Fragmented
Fragmented
Worn out
My veil has been stretched and torn at it seams
My face tells a story
Hardened by the damp and the cold
Embittered and coarsened by the wind
The heavy gusts blow me
To and fro
In a whirlwind
Stranded and distant
Solitary
Solitude
Solo
My hands shiver in the cold
The frostbite takes hold of me
My clothes have become tatty and battered
Dusted and covered in mud
My soul lives in a different realm
Beyond myself
My eyes and the soul concealed behind it
Is a façade
It shows a person and a soul
But it is merely an after-image
A ghost
A story
And a front
Sadly
My soul has long since been dead.
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