Crashing and burning in a burst of sorrow,
it's texture rubbing against my heart,
weeping bittersweet tears of grief.
Alone in a desert of pious loneliness,
bereft of everything left in life, walking,
empty, into an element of abandonment,
awaiting me in the ending of life.
(1: 40 p.m. - 11/17/13)
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