Brittle 4

Alone I stand
where I stand
where the road ends

No one no one
not one
not anyone

Have I forgotten
am I forgotten
my memory is plain rotten

Broken, the view is stark
in the cracks, my soul is stuck
when death neared, it struck

Yet, the hum, the drum
someone’s body in a slum
faces looking glum

Voices noises choices
swirl twirl whirl
unmoving unmoved

Time spent, in discontent
alone till the very end
the end;

Nanoblue

 

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