Devoid of life and longing,
Bittersweet pain amid
Haunting representations
Of past lives and lovers.
The vital spark lost forever,
Vanished from bright orbs
Where once light entered.
Now closed eternally,
Trapping, keeping the
Sheltered light cradled
Within my hands,
Delicate and frail,
Stuttering and flickering
To the pulse of the heart
Beating wildly in my arms,
So easily crushed, destroyed,
Forgotten.
A thousand voices
Cry out as one,
Dusty, dry, and cracked,
Falls silent,
Silently.
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