Sun, 09/03/2017 - 17:32 -- Neftee

There is an empty reality for men in this world.
Taking all they had.
The pastors, politicians, and bosses.
They remove a man's heart.
And they don't fill the spot with anything.
They just leave it.
You can find these men.
They are usually always drunk.
Sitting out on some bench somewhere.
Face in their hands.
Wishing they knew how to stop it
Stop the emptiness.
They want to come back to the ground.
But their ropes have been cut.
And they are left to float away.
Or die in the rocks of some cliff base.


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