Conversion
Here we are at separate
Sanctions no longer equal
A level could not make this right
An enemy is your sequel
Not scorned or wrong
But simply lost
Hurt so deep
All love is lost
And what of you
My tranquil soul
No longer full
But no longer whole
A floating ghost
In natures quest
I thought you loved
But not your best
And now I float
Among the lost
No penance for
Or monetary cost
A helpless being
Surviving less
Forgotten by all
A lovers mess
Copyright © Kelli White | Year Posted 2024
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