Struggling to live an unwanted life, bereaved, alone
in an unconditional love, striving to move forward,
yet holding on.
Not wanting to know any more of life and it's cruel
fate, undetermined sacrifice, seeing that none of it
really matters.
Still alone with nothing, no one coming to hold or
be within, a cold, lonely existence, sitting by a
campfire, not even being warmed by it.
Such a total emptiness, not able to be consoled, be-
cause it has taken over, not letting anything be felt,
except itself.
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