Dead

Bonamy,

My world is a dark place.  Each life is too black to see the difference between blinks.  When the light flickers it leaves shadow.  The shadows have layered in my mind.  They created.

Courage

Thoughts

Anger

Asthma

It swallowed me sometimes but I always came out a new version of me.  Help my dear brother, Jarred, do the same.  We do our best unitl we don’t feel like it anymore.  Make him feel again, Bonamy.

As a finale know I did my best.

May the dust fall

Coat the chest of the wanted

Choke soul from the Earth.

Evil flees our air as the earth breathes.

It will continue without me, set my brother free, and allow him joy.  Asthma didn’t take me; I took me.

To whom it may concern:

My name is Jared.

Thank you.

6/05/2017

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Posted on June 6, 2017, in blog, Clock Block, Dark Comedy, Fiction, Letter, poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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