Far from me.

The tears of my eyes didn’t wash away my sadness.

The hate within me did nothing right to right the wrongs.

Those long talks and all those podcast were just a way of working out reason.

Those written moments and harsh work out truth just wore me out.

Incomplete side of mine is like a dark side of moon with no shine.

A longing to be alive yet the truth is, we all die in grave of hollowness and burned in fire of unworth love of holiness.

In war of my own consciousness it will be me who will be lost.

Acceptance of defeat will be no defeat of mine after all.

All that belonged to me has been lost to love of mine.

Far from me, my soul will bare the scars of mine.

Ruthesoul©®™

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