Feeling

This feeling won’t leave.

A feeling of unease and trepidation.

Fog rolling in over the dark ocean,

and stars fizzling out behind the clouds.

White rooms and empty needles.

Endless stairs with an eternal abyss on both sides.

Long roads and cracked concrete,

Crushed pottery lining hallways of stale air.

Death, the feeling of death.

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