Strained Relations

When so much emptiness rests in a crowd
My heart weeps for a time that never came
If my resurrection comes in the wake of their destruction
My happiness is not worth that cost
Short lived, unfulfilled, will I ever be enough
No longer together, isolated, insulated
Reaching out in faceless crowds I find comfort
Without a home, I’m lost
More to me than myself
Forsaking everything, meaning nothing
It doesn’t matter

Personal Poetry – Strained Relations


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