There is no place for the broken hearted or the lost and insufficient.
No fairy-tale land where dreams may come.
No affirmation to those seeking answers to questions long lost.
The tortured and insecure hide in pain inside a room of grievously lost hope.
No place to go when things get hard, or to run to your land of good things when all is lost to you.
Only you are trapped in the circle of guilt and insufficient morrow inside your chest.
Bleeding out such passions to which you long to hold.
They sift away as the sand running through your clutched hands as you plead for some semblance to stay with you.
They left you...
Barren, empty and dry.
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