ABANDONED

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

I was lost
As if a teardrop
In rain that
Fell in haste
Salted reason
Diluted
That ran freely
To the drain.

A quiet hope
That deserted
A heartbeat
Muffled sound
Alone
In a sentence
Half muttered
Eyes to ground.

A weary step
Now forsaken
As if a dying star
In its collapse
To oblivion
Leaving only
A troubling
Scar.

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