Rupture

So convinced that this is the end,

You tore through turbulent existence;

Your sentences, all past tense.

What is foe was once a friend,

Yet, you seek rhetoric arguments

And metaphors that never make sense.

Some crazy paradox? – If I can comment,

Your presence was always permanent.

The madness brimmed and quickly spilled

Actions of mindlessness – impulse –

Jumped the cliff, the water engulfed

Skull against stone, drilled.

While the gulls cried out grim lullabies,

Your soul fell through the punctured skies.

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