closer I get to my finish line
the more I'm baffled
the more I'm frightened
and yet some bizarre calm
envelopes this anxiety
it's as if a soldier on a firing squad
has made peace with his choices
may he be the one to still me when I cross over
Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
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