The way ash settles on memories,
Each page covered in dust.
Torn and tattered;
the unwritten pages fall apart.
The brittle binding cracks
Vellichor permeates the senses.
Knowledge drips like
condensation from the walls
of indiscretion.
The words still take on the
shape of the hurt.
And the author still
struggles to put his Quill down.
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– NoeticNonsense (Pseudonym) (
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