My condition boggles even the
Keenest mind:
The Human Condition.
The state of having held,
And lost.
Of having spilled ink
On an unworthy page, and
Having spilled love
On a hard heart.
As I lay here,
With my morale still
Unmoving on the carpet,
I wonder why my heart
Refuses to burst.
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