Like a comet hurtling past the sky
Mine is a soul oppressed by many sighs
And yesterday’s fears
Incubating today’s tears
Staring at today’s wounds
Becoming tomorrow’s scars
Trodding… fading like a drying well
Where once it was full
Now empty like the recesses of a milk can
Haunted by the savour of sweetness long gone.

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