Somber
Thine eyes have seen rainy days.
Turning thy heart unto a desert.
Scorched and dried of emotion.
Unable to shade the burn of
circumstance.
Intense shame, depleting all
would be motivation.
Castrated, devoid of a free spirit.
Behold, amongst we, the walking dead.
Copyright © Malcolm Burrell | Year Posted 2020
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