Bitter SweetThere is a solitary madnessWhich ruptures under my skin.I am separated from that which is, An outsider who peers through the glassOnly to see the visage of a strangerThat gazes back with dull, empty eyes.Maddening it is, for I relish a past thatNo longer remains. A moment in life that once offered joyA treasure of glory which left it's taste. And though I try to recall, It is beyond a grasp and reach, Out of touchOut of sightBut forever remaining in my heart.Solidified, petrified - a fossil of hurt, Pain, pleasure, delight and loveThat manifests itself in the entirety of my soul. Reach for what remains of m
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