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It is the sun

that shines upon my wasted

inner shell

thinning hair lines receding through

my skull

as I ponder on life's many

trials

and tribulations

I know that the battle has

been won

losing is the least of my

worries now

my heart tattered and worn

my face covered in dry tears

and bruises

as I lay upon the hot mass

of the earth

waiting for it to swallow me

whole

love has given me a reason

to feel

       contempt

          wrath

             nothing ...

mirrored reflections of myself

linger in my

head

so I close my eyes

I can't bear to see what I've become

what's left of my

soul

there is an empty layer of

hate

anger

tears

   and I choose not to care anymore