a sudden chill
fills the room
where he sits
facing the wall
no one there
the sounds tear
at his ear drums
phantoms around
and the wind whispers
at the stained
windows
not much happening
on the inside
the quiet finds
his mind
can’t even
vocalize his thought
wishing it would
evaporate
pointless now
as it always has been
standing ugly
in the corner
swearing again
that any heart ache
is impossible
must be phantom pains
had that heart
removed
probably kicking
around
somewhere on
the floor
ugly in the
corner collecting dust
next to a
broken mirror
with five years
left…
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