Maybe I lost vision,
In my suicidal prison,
Where the names and faces blur,
And I’m always left unsure.
Letting you in because I was weak,
But I should have seen your user streak,
Wasting away all the good I had left,
Not much but still an unholy theft.
Then you were gone without a word or reason,
Leaving me in an everlasting winter season,
My life is gone and there is no hope,
I’m cold, bitter, empty and broke.
A contest entry
- Gone... by Randomly Beautiful.
400 points, ended July 29, 17 entries
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Comments
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I feel ya. Thank you for the entry.
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