lattice walk.

lone in restless solitude

in deepest nights sojourn

feel the empty smoke filled pace

beyond black midnights turn

wringing hands need to be held

but hold instead a mask

tired now for all their waste

a thought-filled thankless task

rubber face of dim half smiles

heart of tear-filled pain

sits lone and weak in empty form

on haunted empty lane

 

 

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