what it's like

September 7, 2011
I don’t want to play these games.
No longer people: hollow frames.
Words come out; they have no meaning.
Tear scarred faces, begging, pleading.
Nothing left form yesterday.
Empty promises; the words they say.
Scattered memories of nothing there;
Stuck alone with no one there.

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