The self-imposed isolation
Fear, a mere distraction
Reason racing through my veins
A sweet symphony remains uncomposed.
Wishes are curses,
Sleep, a mournful escape.
All my thoughts cease towards numbness
My last words, rendered meaningless.
What should I make of the whispers of my heart?
What do I make of the song it sings?
I’d soar up high and take a flight towards my
faith,
If not for broken wings…….
- Sagittaire Solitaire
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