The tattered wings of my ferine life are slowly demolishing.
Struggling to hold the weight of all this guilt.
Never ending rows of emptiness burden my mind with intimidation.
My spirit beaten with intelligence but not broken.
Single emaciated strands of hope hold my life together, As I wade through
bountiful slums of disbelief and unworthiness.
My punishment for disrupting life’s balance is the only ache that is vast in
my thoughts.
The innocence that was once abundant in my eyes has faded, and only pale
love sits.
The thunder that once cascaded through my journey has expired, and only weak
winds gust through me.
The damp wick of my soul is no longer ablaze, only dreams bring back the
warm remembrance of living.


 
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