A tired mind
A weary heart
Bereft of words
Immobilised.
Stranded in space
Alone, forlorn
Mocking words sound
Pierce the wounded soul.
Shards of glass
Rains, punctures
Prisms of colours
Shielding its nature.
– FlorenceT
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