Burned Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Burned



Listing attributes in a data-filled computer-like brain keeps them from attaching to me and bogging me down.
Searching for an eternal desire, trying to stay focused and not let go too soon of a life that has been burned beyond recognition.
Silently sorrowful every day, I fall into a cradle of death - one that I will soon succumb to.

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