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nothing like a mother orphaned
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nothing like a mother orphaned
Graffiti scrawls across the brick wall—
no one left standing; pulse gone silent
Where is the beat of those who once listened?
Stale air clings like dust in empty rooms
The front door slams shut—never to open again
No mop of hair—no faded coat by the hearth
Only a single child’s slipper abandoned on cold stone
I press my palm against the empty doorframe,
feeling its hollow weight
Where does sleep hide beneath this black sky?
Life worth little in strife—no tears, no smiles
Each sunrise tugs at raw nerves
before plunging me back into darkness
I whisper lullabies into the silent corridors
and light a single candle
Its flicker holds my vigil till dawn
What remains when night falls once more?
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