Void
January 8, 2021
A searing lamp lies low.
The illumination blinding.
Eyes downcast, unseeing.
Small steps as not to fall.
The void serenades the lost.
The beckoning it brings.
Not a whisper to be heard.
Yet the impression is resonant.
Leading to the fall of the deprived.
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