Stranded

Left without my paramour…

Torn violently away from me.

Battle scarred and broken,

I bleat out my soliloquy.

Left with phantom pains…

Loss constricts my breath.

Shame lays leaden in my gut.

I harken for whispers of death.

Left without a reason…

Haphazardly abandoned.

A husk of my former self.

My heart lays scattered and stranded.

Published by Jesse Breck

Jesse has been writing for over 15 years. He runs CopyThat. A website that offers his skills as a freelance writer. View all posts by Jesse Breck

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