by Lizardin Bain

Funeral

There’s no Saviour, no hero,

That can restore the mind

so thoroughly reconstructed.

 

From the first breath till today

Poison of loneliness sipped

inside and dissolved worth.

 

Nothing could be said to heal,

Nothing could be done to

ignite the decaying belief.

 

It’s horrific, but it occurred –

The death of the “need”

for human interaction.

 

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