Disconnected

 

 

Beauty is gone as the light to darkest storm

Faded, jaded eyes see wonders my heart no longer lives

Dramatic scenes played upon a stage, as I alone sit in the back row.

 

I can see, with great appreciation, the performance unfold

Ever understand the intended emotions skillfully portrayed

But can never again take part in this living script.

 

Stoic

 

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