The invisible end,
Always making everything bend,
Always coming back,
Reminding every one of the painful crack.
November marks his existence,
The month where he did not offer any resistance,
Those days that scarred his mind and soul,
Those days that witness the destruction of his goal.
Wanting to go somewhere,
But somehow, there was no air…….
No air left in his lungs,
So he spoke in tongues.
He knew that the invisible end was coming,
There was no point in hoping for a new becoming;
So he tried to welcome death,
One breath……. One breath at a time……. One breath
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