Coming to and end

In the early morning light

I stood on the cobblestone street

In the middle of the old city

Visiting ghosts


As the sun rose

The shadows shifted and mingled

The wind picked up and howled


I stood in the middle of the cobblestone street

In the old city hounded by ghosts swirling with the wind

And I felt nothing.


I felt nothing

No sour taste behind my throat

No constriction in my aorta


I was numbed

I did not feel the cold air, the freezing rain, the blistering sun

I just stood there waiting for death to come

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