A poet is reborn

sad smiles, tearing eyes
stormy self, silent cries
breaking whole, burning soul
pitied glances, to offer condole
sorrowful music, clashing memories
void existence, in private reveries
losing hope, losing all
a broken being, the imminent fall
silent keying, barely known
a cursed reality, standing alone
empty words, with a pain unheard
closed doors, that loneliness spurred
a broken beauty, forlorn and torn
from the ashes, this poet is reborn

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