Poetry

Shimmer

  

It all comes back to me
Surprising me in that familiar way
Like that old Linkin Park song
The sounds of yesteryear
To this day, I remember every word
Shimmering in the dark
Lighting the way for me
A tool I used in my youth
I remember everything now
As if no time had passed
I’m back in that place
Word by word, piece by piece
I toil away at my desk
Waiting for my inevitable death
I felt it in my skin
But it never came
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