Written on 4-6-2013
As I sit here sunken
Deep in boroughs of thought
Waiting in the silence
Unaccompanied by no one
But a gloomy presence
The knowledge of abhorrence lurks
All that is left is a blank stare
And a broken soul
Heart beats slower
With every passing moment
Frozen by every recollection
Time is nonexistent now
Much like the life refrained
This experience become deadly
To whatever wholesomeness is left
Becoming colder with every shallow breath
Laying down on the floor
After a hardened look in the mirror
It sets in
And the final thought is
Nothing can be brought back
The floor shall be the resting space
For whatever is left
Time is nonexistent
So it is no longer the threat.
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