Poems
What remains?
On a circle I stood,
surrounded by my other selves.
There I stood and watched
as each disappeared,
one after the other:
Love.
Peace.
Carefree.
Even hope left with them.
And so I looked at sorrow and pain,
but they also left—
walked away with disappointment.
Leaving me all by myself.
Empty.
#third stage
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