when what
We’ve tended
with love
Is gone.
The metallic taste
of disbelief
Accompanies life
laid to waste.
Hands lie still,
left without tasks,
And sorrow invades
with grief unmasked.
There is nothing fair
when desire to care
Faces only a void.
The cruelest word is the ultimate outcome of life.
No wonder we cling to resurrection.
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