ruins of soul
In the reckoning of moments between thoughts
Born in the space of actions
Reactions to the stimulation
Expressions, expectations...
Ruined things, broken lie, belittled
A cry sold in old homes
Scattered around after a war's wrath.
Hear the rage far and away drone
I walk in the ruins of soul alone
I feel forgotten on foreign soil.
The drifting of imagery
Pressing the fragments...
Shards hard into skin
Forsaken forbearing in fringes
A soul not tethered to this realm or reality...
Walking the footfall of a secondary soul
Wreckage of my divinity...
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