The moment before dying

 That last breath

 Forty-two years in a single second


 Energies rush the fingertips

 Body goes numb

 There is nothing left but regret


 You see them standing there

 Nothing you can do

 They cry as you disappear from sight


 Surrounds you like a blanket

 You choose acceptance

 Leaving nothing to chance in a new world


 Everything they taught you

 Illusions for the weak

 They’d never listen if you told them.


 Better luck next time

 If there is a next time

 Back to square one

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