Separation
Separation;
A manifestation of death.
Prowling around day and night,
it watches my every move.
Finding the few things I give my heart to,
it rips them from my life.
It feeds off the fallen pieces of my heart,
and drinks the tears that I shed as I lie alone.
Finding that it cannot live without my sorrow,
It ceaselessly watches for any speck of joy to devour.
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