Ex`cru´ci`a`ble

Coldness sets in,
Fear becomes part of it..
As I lay here stripped of all dignity
Listening to the wheels of sorrow
Set in motion..
Solitude creeps in..

Question is why?

All this grief.. regrets and trampled dreams..

Is this how existence should be?

One of many questions left unanswered.

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