A new path
Converged in the wood
That’s bleak and bare.
It illuminates,
Though is unseen.
Memories of the past,
Similar to the same.
So extravagant at first,
Then slowly fades
Into the abyss of the night.
Little boys seeking for attention.
So trivial, so immature,
Though once was my world,
The previous life of mine.
No longer is he known in my eyes
And no longer is there lingering pain.
Solely numbing confusion, indifference,
Chilled down to the bone,
Producing embossed figments in the skin.
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