but there she was
yet again
standing, staring
as another broken word
slips from her cracked lips
'these days are getting old'
whispers her sad soul
as her heart weeps
eager for a home
where it is welcome
but the monsters keep it prisoner
not allowing for the sweet air
to reach all the dry crevices
'yes, i am utterly
alone'
the heart sighs
as the soul slips
further away
b.f.
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