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Sometimes there's the feeling of being empty, all around a nicely polished shell to hide the void, until you can't bear it anymore...

Submitted: September 17, 2016

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Submitted: September 17, 2016



The mirror has broken

What could be seen?

A doll, lifeless and fragile


The cloth has been torn

What could be seen?

A child's body, trace of adulthood


The curtain has fallen

What could be seen?

A fighter, another forgotten hero


The memories have faded

What had been?

A life, dissappearing in dust


The day is dawning

What will come?

A promise, everlasting in agony


The thoughts are cut

Where will it lead to?

A way of light, salvation


The remains will wither

What will stay?

A world keeps turning, undisturbed

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