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Trail of the wings


... When tears express what words can’t say

and the soul becomes saturated

with unspoken ache burning deep,

abiding void...

Subsiding emotions

because you have made yourself home

in the anguish of an existence in invisible chains

leaving behind a shell,

hollow and empty...

The once clear view starting to diffuse

a haze around your glance,

familiar things turning strange.

Acquainted faces become strangers and

your sole companion

in the stillness of your solitude

the warmth of your felines back and

the soothing sound of a silent purr.

Time is drawing near...

The moment

to throw a kiss,

to whisper the words of goodbye

trapped for too long

deep in the prison of habit

of gooey custom.

Feel your strength,

spread your wings

make the step and

fly...

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