Pas toi

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It happens unexpectedly  

A cruel shiv of reality

Made of bone and flesh

Oft pulls double duty

Slitting your throat

While simultaneously

Stabbing your soul

You’re left speechless

As well as bleeding out

Feeling very abandoned

In like some dark alley           

Helpless, almost alone

An unknown shadow flees

Loves mask left… empty

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Poet of the Light © 2022  

2 thoughts on “Pas toi

  1. I have experienced much of the same daggers throughout my entire life- even as a child. Perhaps the current edges of the blade are just lingering scars. I really can’t tell the difference.

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