We stand ruined,
facing mirrors that
reflect the stench
of our reality.

Pragmatic.
Paralyzed in our existence,
Surviving.


Our eyes closed.

Blind travelers of the oblivion
Devoted slaves,
to a life of no bearing
wasting breath,
Time,
Emotion.

We sell,
ourselves day in,
day out.

our eyes closed.

Hours ,
Days.
Nights.
Weeks.
Months.
Years,

We crawl,
broken,
facing mirrors that,

Weep

Mourning.
For what we
are-
Grieving
for what,
we could be.



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