Wednesday, 21 September 2016

Kindred

Cold, hands numb;
One can never feel such.

Alone, in the dark;
Perhaps it was meant.

Understood, no one;
Mind was too much.

Grief, lost soul;
One can never retrieve.

Sacrifice, foolishly;
Perhaps for the wrong.

Labyrinth, forever;
Mind is indeed.

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