Vacant Poem by Shelly Langley

Vacant



With new beginnings, indistinguishable circumstances remain untouched, evaded, and sinisterly disregarded.
Maniacal apathy resides in the mind of the love of my life.
There is no respite from the years of alienation.
In this house, it is vacant.
We've been here for months.

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