‘clutching the sunset’

beastly nights
anxious unsettled mornings
drift slowly
into languid afternoons
grasping
holding
clutching the sunset
until dusk bites the fingers
can we not linger
longer
with each moment
we are stronger
the cool evening breeze
brings disease
within its gusts
hence why we must
bolster ourselves
and remain strong

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