Nothing is coming to my mind-
Help, for I cannot even plead,
Erased and washed of any wit
I’m left with tears, and blood, and spit.

Hold me so that I remember,
At least enough to start again.
For empty like a tomb
Is the hollow that once held the
Tremering heart and
Mind so full of lust and love,
And the hands which once could
Reach so far, and are now
Trapped deep within the mud.

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