Alone

Inflamed with love

burning a hole

in my heart

consuming

my being

to ashes

and dust

returning to

the earth

what is

rightfully

hers.

Without a reason

to exist

an empty mission

I hollow out

a place

to call

my home.

Empty

devoid of me

emptiness

incarnate

air everywhere

space galore

a vacuumed

chamber

clean of

another

left alone

to contemplate

what I refuse

to share wilth

the world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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