The sharp edges has been blunt.
I feel numb.
I think my emotions are fake.
When all I can feel is nothing
Swallowing me whole
Black stasis in the shadowy skies
Follows me wherever I go.
Fragments of me rots and dies
Each second passes
My life will cut short
As time begins to stop.
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Author:
MatPie (
Offline) - Published: May 14th, 2025 11:33
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
A sad write of deterioration. A powerful write
Powerful and sad. Well done, and welcome to MPS! 🌹👏
Welcome to MPS 🙏🏻🕊
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