Ostracized

by Sean Hollick
Far, far away,
in a dismal land I stay.
Without you near,
my life is left sheer.

Desolate, in pain,
surely I shall be slain.
Abandoned, unprotected,
an insane world neglected.

A last cool breath,
to become lost in death.
Unsafe in a cool dark land,
I remember the soft touch of your hand.

Doubt

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