Deserted

Her final good-bye was apparent;
eyes of awareness,
half smiling lips...
as I lost a lifetime in our deserted love.

Abandoned, and all things I cared for
have turned up against me
leaving me less than myself.

Tears in my head
instead of brains;
my heart being squeezed as by slow, iron fists
while my soul is imprisoned
inside of my neck.

Reaching with hopeless hands into frightening emptiness,
trying to hold on to the nothing I am left with.

Too puzzled to cry,
too shaken to sleep,
too worn out to take it away from myself.

She had only been playing with fire
and decided to drown it
once and for all.

by Thorsteinn Eggertsson

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