The ceaseless endeavors that I pull myself through
To be at the receiving end of mute dialogues
Followed by a sense of extreme lowliness.
This isn’t me, introspection gives evidence enough.
It soared like a full-fledged tide,
tasted the shore
But now I fear it’s time to ebb away
For it’s the tranquility that is admired,
And not the convulsions.
The bell has been rung, announcing the doom
Being ripped apart, I struggle to recede.
I take back a few bits of you
To adorn my precious with these rare oddments.
Some part of me though, will remain behind…
Let it fester
Where I once existed in fragments…
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