I am a piece of paper
ripped from the looks elusive
of who passes and does not see.
My sighs dissolve
in hurried steps
the world go
next to nothing around me.
faint memories watch
drag the carcass
into the abyss of my identity,
be betrayed by weak
's man I was finished.
The only Indoor
when I wrap the night
is the shadow of the wind
that warms me
burning what remains
raped of my dignity in life.
The stone of this bench
is my hourglass
shower of sand,
flowing slowly between the moments of eternity
- the largest condemnation -
slowed from gray dead
of my inconclusiveness.
The only wealth that I
- my partner has always been -
is loneliness embracing
my day,
punishing the sins of a life
that made me an invisible being,
the eyes of men
and those of my own soul.
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