At Twilight

 

At the twilight

Of my existence

All that will haunt

Is not doing

What I want

Words trapped

At the back of my

Throat

Tears half shed

Masked beneath

A veneer of calm

Dreams that gathered

Dust beneath duty

And the mundane

The shadowy

Existential ghosts

Shoved beneath

The carpet

That never lay to rest

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