Poetry "Left"
An endless sea of sacrifices,
Unexplained Pain, painted in faces all around us.
A matter of distance, between the sorrows
That lies in the dark, it drives us apart.
Your breath I feel so close, yet so far away.
It is not warm nor is it cold, but numb is the empty
Feeling that is left inside my heart after you closed the door.
Secluded is the air around me, lost at war with a broken rifle
Left alone but ready for the wolves to, digest the last spirit inside me.
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