life left me here
stranded, standing alone
In this fear, in this darkness
I have gotten lost in
the nothing all around me.
A barren wasteland,
a single wandering soul.
can you hear me as I scream?
there is nothing left of me
after life had entered night.
About the Creator
Amber
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At My Wits’ End
Life is about taking out the trash and calling it trash because you have every reason to. It wasn't meant to be linear, they say. But the times you tried to make it straight led to problems, and you didn’t have the tools to put any of it to use. You don't put your right shoes on the right feet; you put the left shoes on the left feet. The grey hardened slab will trip you up anyway.
By Caitlin Charlton7 days ago in Humans
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