Unfilled, desolate and dull room drives me to sadness

Half spoken and half implicit words, counterfeit grins

Broken trust, alone aliveness lead me to wretchedness

Sleepiness in my spirit, fatigues in my body

Lead me to discouragement

That chime grains of expectation, that wrecked fleshes of light in my room instructs me to remain away

A bit of tranquility of heart In the center night instructs me to remain away

Each one of those twofold confronted kinshipers instructs me to avoid everything and everyone

Recuperate, grin and remain solitary, away from everything from everybody.

WritcoPoemPrompt36
Rising oceans,
A warming globe,
Savage storms,
A warning foretold...
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