Flicker of Withered Self

Your few specks of doubts,

Move along with the wind and fly across the realm

To pierce through the illusions

Of all the happiness in my brain.

Your constant second-guessing further weakens

the bridge I built on years of collected hope,

abandoning me to the mercy of the

icy cold stares of the heavenly doors.

Until all that's left,

is the flicker of my withered self,

burning dim and slow in the night.

And I wander the empty roads,

with nothing but my tattered soul,

leaving trails of memories behind.

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