Poem: Blurry

Close your eyes and shut them tight. 
Don't ever peek. Danger is close. 
From the moment you speak, to the last breath you take,
don't ask for more and don't question. 
Hold the memories and grip them with strength. 
They may soon be gone and never return. 
Circumstances aren't what they used to be.
Your voice may disappear, but the words are heard. 
The sun is there when power has left.
It warms your body but not your heart, for you have none.
The hotter it becomes, the chillier you grow.
From the moment your head hurts, to the pain morphing into something else,
not able to control it between the decreasing gaps.
Along the path and among the people.
Don’t ever stare. Danger is still close.

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