woes of the broken

Melancholy is what i feel.
I'm the chrysalis the butterfly left.
I'm the twig the leaf holds on to until it dances with the wind.
I'm a person-alone and broken.

Oblivion is my melody.
I am the music the deaf hears.
I am the sound of placidity.
I am a person, silently hurting.

My identity is invisible.
I am the light the blind sees.
I am the backdrop of every picture,the canvas of every painting, the blank page of every book.
I am a person-crushed, unseen.

Death is what I wish.
I'm a phoenix that emerges from the ashes.
I'm the sun that rises in the east.
I'm a person, hoping and dreaming.

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