Withered Spaces

Folded spaces, the feelings abbreviated and laid down to sleep

Yes, there is silence now, for a brief moment it feels peaceful

Slowly there is a hint of remorse from the cavernous world

Solitary soul trying to straighten the ravaged moments

Unfamiliar grounds, the uncaring touch like an ominous shadow

Slumped emotions, still there, between reality and illusion

First signs of decay; the glorious days are not going to return

Eternal world described in an ephemeral language

Meeting of the West and East when boundaries are no more

At an inopportune time, when freedom has not been granted

Mourning over wasted possibilities, once man dreamed of glory

Indignant hours struck the soul of time, much offended now


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