Lost and stranded.
Cold, often wary.
Lost is the will to plough on,
the end never came into sight.
This empty,
weighed down this hollow soul.
It's weight in gold,
rendered helpless.
Thriving on what is absent,
darling, don't you notice?
Hanging by a thread, of bare sanity,
won't you cut it lose,
before your heart crumbles.
Pieces someone will salvage.
Of the words of a man,
who owns only his self, listen.
Nothing, does he have to lose.
Won't you release your chains,
and surrender to a worthy embrace.
The nights will come,
the dawn will follow.
For the bitter in the dark persists,
the hope in the light will ease.
A note before you turn away
"Love and be loved, today"
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