Brianna N R Wine (9-29-1995 / USA)
The Fog of the Unfilled
Brought to the painful edge of fulfillment,
I still can't banish the dredges of reality
That linger in my mind, swirling-
A hurricane of lies.
Tied to separate loyalties,
Ruined by misguided trust, I am no more but...
A broken spirit that no one wanted to rebuild,
A soiled dove that no one wanted to cleanse.
My faith misplaced,
My love misused.
Ruthless desperation has betrayed me,
And the haze engulfs again.
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