Bereft

Quicksand to the unknown

We have given every breathe

To the unseen

The life in song

Unchained

We are as actors on the grand stage

With a broken vase at the center

Can we create our own pleasure

Despite the fallen feather

That looms ominous on the stage

We walk around the vase

Correcting it’s flaws

Its broken jowls

Reminding us of its previous nature

The mark of a life lived

Broken as it gives

This thing

This previous embodiment of life

Broken shattered and left

Life has been bereft

We look up at each other

And realize

In each others eyes

Anything is possible

The lights dim

We walk off the stage

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