The Barrenness

A Poem of Intrigue

Particles of loss settle like dust, into that barren space between muscle and bone

Athritic is the pain, sharp and numbing, toiling at your warmth

If you had to let go, could you let go

A sliver of light flickers and burns, close to the wick

Hope belongs to someone else now, for it was never really yours

Time calls beyond this place of erosion

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