I’m spent and spilt along
the rims of memory.
The kind where it ceases
to exist.

I’m drawn and wasted
like a last breath that
never got the chance to
be used.

I’m cut and bludgeoned
like hope on a battlefield
where all is lost and none
is gained.

I’m nothing, where I once thought
I was everything
but what else can I be
when life gave me up.

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Another one for the One-Page Chronicles.
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