Obscurity


I stood in the mist
like I was stable
as if the love was intact
even while being apart.

I continued,
to be a part of the world
so ill,as if I had never departed
in the reality of my own.

I was adapting myself
to the settings so variant
and I forgot the pain that existed
in the world of
irrationality,

and one day,
I left bidding farewell to the people
of my discern
and wrote this prose to them
from the grave I was dug in
to remind them

that I was scraped

deep down with a fresh wound

they were anonymous to.

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