There's no more tears left inside
as pity burns away the lies
misery wallowing in my abandoned core
with no more options to explore
the time has come to fold my hand
on my feet no longer can I land
this hurt it goes way down so deep
into my very blood it seeps
my heart no longer unaffected
has become a burden now infected
blackening slowly, becoming stone
I desert this life to be alone
turning away I expose my back
towards all emotions that now I lack
so now it is I take my leave
into non-existence I thread my weave.
(c)Mary Irene Cousino
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