Neglect
“A wound gets worse when it’s treated with neglect.” – Stevie Nicks
My heart aches,
like the sun aches for the moon,
but stalling became my shackle,
knowing an evolution was never
on the horizon;
wandering stark habitats—
paradoxically, a devoted outcast
tangled in neglect;
I lay isolated soothing my soul,
mending the wounds
I didn’t leave behind.
Truth is, love is a foreign oasis—
thrust into silence—
spiritually battered and bruised,
consuming the deplorable ruins
of those with sinister stigmas
attached to their very core—
void of fading humanity.
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