A day of blushing doubts,
in the intense loneliness,
and the same good silence.
A match,
an undo of the load,
to get rid of everything that weighs,
in the soul and in dreams.
A vacant space,
an uninhabited temple,
I leave nothingness reigning,
in corners and mirrors.
I feel forsaken,
and helpless
forced to flee.
A night of embracing absence,
in the immense lightness,
and the same good torment.
An end point,
to leave all the promises revoked.

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Copyright 2020 LIFEINVADER
Published on Wednesday, July 29, 2020.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"
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