With the shaky feeling of a broken soul.

When no one can take more.

Cast out left at the shore.

No thought or feeling of what will come next.

Taking in the worst, hoping for the best.

Praying for a peaceful rest.

Who said love couldn’t be cruel?

Who said one couldn’t be played for a fool?

Left feeling like a used up tool.

Need some fuel to go on.

From the world withdrawn.


-M.A. Fernández

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