The pieces lie beneath the willow branches.
Broken.
Shattered.
Abandoned to do no more harm.
When it had broken, it made a sound so pitifully unpleasant, the crows even mourned.Lost.
Yet, aware.
Left, forgotten
Alone.
Perhaps not so lonely.
Still…
Still drowning however.
Sinking, nothing exists.
No light
No air
No life
No thought..
No mind
Only drowning
As always, I await the day when I touch the bottom.
For years, I have sunk
Never touching...
Never even a brush upon the end of this ill fated fall.
Slow and painful..
As the story goes....
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Author:
Eclisse 🌙 (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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