A dry leaf tumbles in a swirl into
a hot coffee cup spilling it in pain.
Meanwhile steam rises from that cup forming
mist blurring a world with loneliness'
glass window shrouding kindness spilling a
broken soul's balance on tragedy's pane.
Hurt a steam powered bireme collides straight
into hope dispersing joy and purpose
like a glass dream breaking into pieces.
There a heart is left to hurt in gloomy
blues paying sadness for dues with silent
abuse from words used to infuse meekness
with weakness, a deadly combination.
Loneliness is a cold knife built to kill
a soul's will to go on wearing pretense
a tight dress crushing a heart into pulp
diluted in tears burning souls per stance.
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