As loneliness pours from my eyes, this heart is
being squeezed to death in sorrow.
Forgetting to fulfill life, death stalks slowly,
creating it's accidents.
Tell-tale signs of broken dreams being thrown
onto heaps of garbage, waiting to be buried.
Sending out signals of breathless sorrow, anger
builds itself gently inside.
Setting up walls, purposefully keeping hurt away,
lying deadened in the shadows of life, not wishing
to be found.
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