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| The Depth of Loss |
| Paralyzed by pain, I struggle to breathe As phones ring and cars pass by around me. It's a pause -- a jolt to a sudden stop. It's having the core of your soul ripped out. Ebony blankets once sunlit skies As bitter cold sweeps in, unannounced. I stand in fear and in shock . . . Naked to the bitterness of the cold, Helpless against the ripping of my soul, Still . . . and with only my broken mind Left to scramble together some ounce of pseudo-sanity Everyone sees, yet no one knows And I am lost, raging, alone with my thoughts. |
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