Museum of Loss

A lament

Shadowy corridors
In my heart
Where one ends
Another one starts

I have hidden pain
Behind every corner
Amassed tears of sorrow
As pools of water

I allowed the lights
To burn themselves out
Allowed ash and dust
To gradually mount

I sealed the doors
Despite the cost
And accepted my heart
As a museum of loss



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