In a moment like this,
I see the other side.
The souls are dark,
the world hollow.
Dulled by weariness
the stale air stands heavy.
I move slowly
through the shells of people lost,
b.r.o.k.e.n and f a d e d.
Becoming still with fatigue,
their dreams now forsaken.
An anchor of burden,
of memory.
In this moment I see...
..what my world has become.
A contest entry
- Jaded and withering away by AshleyAesthetic.
350 points, ended April 2, 17 entries
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Comments
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Loved those last two lines. They gave the poem the perfect ending. Same with the beautiful lines at the beginning that pull you in instantly.

