Reflection Of The World

Misplaced

But what remains? Just a shell of what was innocence lost the division is clear and the remainder is bare. As my eyes are filled with unshed tears the lesser man would laugh and revere. But is only human to feel such pain lost in my own doubt and pushed merely by the breath I'd choose not breathe. Sudden feelings of sadness when loneliness is akin I feel as though those I'm so drawn to be near find themselves so irreconcilable ends of the earth. If ever close never there. If ever there never close. Presence is one thing spirit is another. To take either from me would lay me 10 feet under.