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Another Table

 

I have walked along the edges of death,

Tasted the black veil upon my lips,

Felt the silence of loneliness,

Cast eyes across the vast chasm of endless blackness, to which I wanted to sentence myself.

 

Rescued from my self-sentenced noose,

Life and love stronger than the cold steel and addictions,

Many chapters await and I shall live beyond `Once upon a time…`

 

No more lines, only the ones that map a grandparent`s face

And the knife shall only cut the cake.

 

When my body is old and bones creak,

But my eyes remain young,

Time will claim me

Just as it`s meant to be.

 

But for now the food of life is good

And I shall be dining at another table.