The heartbroken

The heartbroken,

they sleep with the lame

and the dying,

side by side,

empty shells crying

out for love,

a love that was once theirs,

but now removed,

snatched from their soul,

leaving an empty shell,

gasping for air,

holding on for dear life,

a thin thread between

them and oblivion.

Who is coming along

to cut that strand

and watch their fall,

or take their hand,

and lead them out

of the darkness?

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