Undone

A broken window,

Stands out in a parade out gold,

Glass shining, shimmering.

The ghost of the past,

Still haunts me,

Night terrors grab me.

My lungs breathe in desire,

And they release regret,

My existence is failing.

Trapped in that window,

It shakes and it breaks.

I am unraveled.

I am undone.

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