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L. J. Slaferek

Doom

Doomed to wander endlessly            
 
'I cannot hear a sound’'
 
Then suddenly, a sound that is not sound.
 
'I cannot smell anything’'
 
Then immediately, a scent unlike any other assaults my nostrils.
 
'I cannot feel whatsoever’'
 
Then abruptly, a pain that is not akin to pain.
 
'I cannot taste a single flavour’'
 
Then swiftly, a taste that defies the meaning of flavour.
 
'I cannot see a single thing’'
 
Then instantly, a colour that blooms beyond vision.
 
Doomed to wander endlessly
 
Is it endlessly?
 
Nothing and Everything?
 
No, it is not:
 
My doom has found me.

Written at 4:28 am on 01/03/2015.

© L.J. Slaferek

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