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Jan 2018
My scorched heart
Burned by uncertainty
And the winds of doubt
Leaves no remnant—
No evidence of life.

To begin anew—
My soul must be desolated:
Stripped bare
Back to the very foundation
Which yielded a forest
Of lonely—
Empty dismay.

Once shrouded by a canopy
Of ****** conviction—
Reduced to a charred field
of empty promises
Ready for rebirth
From the ashes of possibility.
Alex Hanna
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Alex Hanna  31/M
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