I can smell its putrid prominence in the air
Fumes of fear burn nostrils like dog piss
Eyes tear from the dense fog of dread ever encapsulating
You can even taste its imperceptible film on your tongue
All is unknown but the palpable clouds of ominous loathing
As I tiptoe ever so lightly into the darkness
My carelessly mapped route has led to a dead
end
I look back on better days
So close I can relive them in vivid detail
Their proximity matters not now
The looming panic of what is now is all that remains
The cruel joke of life crashes hard like stormy waves
Indifferent and vague white caps fixated on drowning
me
The rip tides of inconsequence
Tearing me slowly to a watery grave
And though, admittedly I saw it approaching
It was there all along
Like the punch line to a bad joke
The ones you tune out from the start
I simply never discerned
All along I was the joke
The non-existant laughter
of a fool only fooling
myself
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