Rendered thoughts from a deadened mind;
Hope is sought--senseless, blind.
Of faltered whispers with an indefinite utterance;
Oblivious I was for another chance.
Stuck fixated in an empty space,
Where time is null--a fallen grace.
A moment when reason is obsolete;
The life I lived, still incomplete.
The bridge of hope and loss;
Perchance, I would cross.
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