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Portraits Of Loss
Shattered.
Scattered.
Memories.
Lie on the ground,
as only debris,
glass and metal fit abstractly.
Scenes of perfection lost eternally.

Plagued.
Betrayed.
Selfishly.
This wreckage that crunches
under feet.
What once would bring positivity,
became a scar,
on the heart,
causing tear stained cheeks.

Wasted.
Face it.
It's not to be.
No clearing the wreckage.
Moving on slowly.
It shall lay,
til the day,
that can honestly,
find peace in every moment
more than hauntingly.
Towards a future without chains.
No restraints.
Cautiously.

© The Moonlight Bard