Saturday, 19 January 2013

Scrap yard

No thought left
In my mind
I am alone now

Like they have been pulled
With ease
From their home

Or seeped.

I failed to hold on.
Let you down.

All those things I tried
To fill
Until this is how it feels.

And I am devoid.

Defective and unworkable
Like there is nothing left
Apart from

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