Silhouette - Abandoned

Wed, 04/25/2018 - 13:08 -- tokii

I stood there in the quiet

accompanied by the swirling Zephyros

A still voice piercing, emanating, delving

And my brows furrowed, face contorting

The incision swift, then the seeping out of things deeply buried

Traces of an indiscriminate theft

The outline of a figure, the shadow of a being

Gaping, vacant

None left to emulate

This poem is about: 
My family


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