I can feel the futility stretching, <br />closing over me like skin; <br />myself receding with the days <br />my skin is gray, my eyes are blind <br /> <br />And I can see the past like a town <br />reducing into a blotch of light <br />as I am assailed into the darkness <br />of no assurance and hope <br /> <br />I can feel my soul retract <br />now, everything is so wind up <br />I don't know where it hurts anymore <br />but I simper for the allure of death <br /> <br />Death smelled like you, I smiled harder <br />because you're beautiful <br />I can feel you closer and closer <br />plunging like a dagger into my aching soul<br /><br />Norman Santos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/receding/
