clouds

 leave me in the clouds,

in the dark, in between the crowd 

in between this cruel nightmare

and in between all the things I cannot bare.


make me shine in the sunlight

and leave me alone in the middle of the night

like you never ever knew who I was 

leave me on the road between the cars.


leave me for myself and let me handle this 

let me handle this like nothing else 

leave me in the time of my death 

leave me when I take my last breath. 

                                --chai 13/12/22

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