the light closes in
like
fog,
the eyes blurred,
a whisper on soft paws.
inching
forward.
the brightness of youth
is frayed,
the colors
fade,
our senses diminished
with each
new
day.
the light closes in
slowly,
gently.
it takes our hand
and walks us
towards the end.
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