A Feeling Forlorn
The screen emanates the feeling
Pain seeping from the light
Greeting all with fake yet warm smiles
Bleeding through the air. Thick and relentless
Pouring past a sea, crimson red.
Breath taking and awe inspiring.
It’s all there is in the candle light.
A resourceful malice, taking all advantages.
If you look carefully you can see the tears.
Dripping there in the page, running down
Vertical lines take hold and resuscitate
Papers all in order. Can’t taste the sugar.
Can’t taste the sweet, all that’s left is bitter
Remnants of an old man lost in a shell
Remnants of an shell emptied, nothing left inside.
Dust in the wind, an obscene gesture
Cuts in the page, turn back while there’s still time.
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