Where Life Goes To Die

Photo by Lisa Fotios

Deep in my webs, where only spiders can reach,

I know I am forlorn.

No need to say your speech.

Somewhere in my skull a new dawn always breaks.

Please leave me behind,

Do not touch the brakes.

The ledge always tempts me, it calls my name.

I want to catch that high,

Trap it in a frame.

Yet, deep in my desert, where life goes to die,

I know I stand alone.

No need for you to cry.

-Jackie

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