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Discarded.
Am I so disposable,
to be thrown away..
disregarded,
beneath life's ebb and flow.
Wanted no longer
for an accidental flaw written
across your horizon?
Yet I bleed the words of sorrow,
from soul to pen
upon your eye.
You desert me, leave me lost,
devoid of light
in ever passing skies.
Will my time grow darker still,
before you see my abject form
prostrate...
Fallen to the final page?
Death
as the "final page" - brilliant - slc
Thank you, I'm really pleased
Thank you, I'm really pleased you liked it. X