Look at me
still unaware
the piercing depths
Your surface stare
Delusive seas
flow flat and bare
over shipwrecks
in a chasm there
As unforeseen
a fate can be
a catastrophic
sad affair
a broken home
a bag o’ bones
agoraphobic
mess of hair
I’ve wished away
my only days
whose essence
I cannot replace
in place
your emptiness encased
the density
my empty space
Time’s comprised
of chunks of life
between obstructive
bursts of light
Since you dread
a terse demise
prioritize
our dearth of prime
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