Bereavement's Scintillation
Collapsed
Lifeless being
Why--why must I inhabit you
Mapped
Out in front of you
Plans for reviewing
Plans of renewing
Sound of your voice oh so alluring
But never will your voice be reassuring
Grasped
In the palm of your hand
Is something that you can no longer stand
It is yourself
Along with all your pelf
Never would you expect this
You're not perfect, clearly amiss
You've lived your life in duplicity
Deja vu, over and over again with this serendipity
The glimmer of the blade
Beckons you and you are allayed
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