Detached

Detached from life,

while yet living.

Set apart with might,

no room for giving.

Hearts are crying,

underlying,

severed veins of life.

Tears not thought of,

destiny of strife.

Torn apart,

empty of heart.

What gave them the right.

Left alone,

Searching,

Searching for a haven in the night.

Linda Booth


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