The weight

Empty

Souls,

Torn, worn,

Patched, and mended.

Bears the weight of silence,

In it’s weakened state,

Fear moves in

Like a silent disease,

It’s too weak to fight.

The cracks grow visible,

It’s leaking, weeping.

Fading

Empty

Dawn Illsley

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