On the line

Don’t wait for me,
now is not the hour
I retreat behind the veil
to hide and cower

Even if you
take me by the hand
My feet seems anchored down
I can barely stand

The weight upon
my shoulders are immense
My breath so shallow, so pained
the air so dense

Don’t wait for me,
but I shall come
When the passage opens up
and the beats are done.

When time is done
And all I have is past
I will walk into your arms
On that day, my last.

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