Desolation

Three in the morning,

as the shadows toll,

you sit alone -

born from the clouds

but strewn on ground,

sitting on mound

of dissembled lies,

curled and swirled

in fetal crush.

Only you can hear

your heartbeat straining

to be heard above

roar of pounding rain.

Unseen behind white smoke

of somber indifference,

you fight to escape

loveless husk

when you don’t

even love yourself

in the vertigo

of midnight strife.

Erased and defaced

in still silence,

you decide

your own fate.

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