Fading
Sitting alone, tired and bleak.
Sun’s rising the rays touch my feet.
No warmth.
Only silence echoes here.
Aging guilt of painted windows
ascending through time in a loop of the unwanted
Turned beside the flame of trepidation
Finding the confidence to steal another breath.
Secluded in full view of the host
Another pain?
Another smile…
paints the face
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