Death Watch
In darkness
I sit awaiting nothing,
To go on,
With a calm,
Silently just accepting,
No star shine
Or moon shine,
Without three fingers of gin,
Without food,
Without mood,
Care not where I am or been,
I’m just here,
Soullessly and without cheer

Gloom
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