Shunned

By
Thick wall of ice.
Stone cold.
Silent Wrath,
lilke suffocating,
dying, slowly and
Alone.
Sick, torn heart,
bleeding more with every
double-minded thought.
Merciless darkness,
No kindness, no pity
Nowhere to turn,
all chances of help dissolved,
forsaken, gone.
Hope shattered with no rremains.
This is my penalty.
This is my choice.





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