When
factions idle
Stasis
follows
Alone
and lost;
Encumbered
numb
With
antigen unfound,
Resent
taints all things hallowed
Empty
and in absentia;
The
division of the sum
Closure’s
pen lacks the word,
To
moisten shells dried and hollow
Soon the heart
Can only watch,
As its once rich fabrics
Are torn apart,
By the overwhelming
Presence, of a solitary
Moth.
Stuck in a state alone feeling nothing, that can't be grand at all. Many delve into such a state, seen it up close and personal. Not fun to witness. Oh and the cat just ate a moth a few nights ago...good timing..haha
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