The blues got nothing on the despair

that lingers in my heartstrings

fueled by my utter lack of care.

The motions get harder to go through

as the façade that I’ve weakly created

breaks down piece by piece too.

All that’s left is this illegitimate shell

of a person’s battered remains

with what was once whole, in hell.

© AUtumn Siders 2008

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