At a Time

I am, Not just another poem, That passes by, One line at a time. I am, Not just a script, That you read, One sentence a time. I am, Your igneous ingenious innocence, That you lost, One lie at a time. I am, Your cozy cherished childhood, That grew old, One present at a time. I am, The genius within you, That they killed, One 'don't dream big!' phrase, At a time. I am, Your soulfully serenading sobriety, You sipped away, One bottle at a time. I am, Your glorious new dawn, That gushed by, One dusk at a time. I am, Your eccentric effervescent enthusiasm, That ended by, One failure at a time. I am, The fire within you, That flew by, One smoke at a time. I am, Those wishes within you, You wished by, One shooting star at a time. I am, The universe within you, That gulps by, One black hole at a time. I am, The life inside you, Live me now! Before you exhale me, One breath at a time.

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