Solitude's Lashing.
A piece of my mettle falls
Despoiling the papered faces
Control lost as another descends
Past moments dripping away
Thereafter…constant
Individual bits of my essence falling
Exposed of crystalline fragility
Unnoticed and tacit traces
Breaking off to wholly decrease
Myself…fading
Tenure of uncounted moments
Deep within my possession
Unseen behind dark sunglasses
Afraid to reveal the millions of you
Jewels…uncut
Holding a core of caprice desires
The whimsy of you in thoughts
Prayers offered within dreams
Everyone falling in aging descent
Wanting…solace
Alas, all my possessions offered
To breathe of your sounds again
And fill these vacant corridors
Instead immersing in old photos
Yellowing…stained
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