Two frames


My soul stretches across two worlds

The land of the living

And the other which need not be named


But you, dear, you already knew this

It did not stop from you carefully approaching

Counting slow, hesitant steps that would leave you

By my side


Perhaps it’s clear from my eyes

That seem to whisper secrets

I cannot keep contained


Perhaps my eyes cannot lie when faced with the truth

Or my demons might me too imposing

For my frail frame to ever disguise


My body is firmly set in one frame

Whilst my mind is inexorably pulled towards the other


And what of me?

How long will my consciousness last?

One frame is not one, but a door



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