In lifeless lights,
I reminisce and waste
my sighs, reluctant to sleep.

I need remedy for this
broken art you left me…
Drugs? alcohol?
I want to live
without thy sight

I got pricked by your thorns
and now I’m letting go
and rest in my relieved sorrows.

Day breaks
and I hear the sound of
your name. It rings a bell but,
my heart continued to beat like it used to.

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