Nothing has left,
But only the poor words
Built in her convoluted mind,
For forever and a day.
She walked through a journey,
Passing a path of nowhere.
Lost. Confused. Alone. Terrified.
Ah! What a tiring sight --
Then she suddenly stopped,
Waiting to be swallowed
By the void in the night,
To vanish like an absolute zilch
Nothing has left,
But only the unsaid thoughts
That she buried in her heart
For forever and a day.
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