Some Refuge
You see a cold touched room,
The remains of a flame flicker.
Hopes are reflected in the embers,
Things that once may have been.
A form lies, cast into moonlit confines,
Beset all around by shadows,
Overwhelmed, alone, disassembled.
A body trembling with fickle wants.
All it's memories are windswept,
Insides are a desolate expanse.
Turbulent sights passing by you,
They sow doubts and perplex.
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