A Perpetual Abyss

How can the absence of this band represent my life?

Now it is so easy to throw

Loud is each blow

Somehow they are so low

Now I tremble and kneel slow

Somehow within it feels like a ridgid knife

Vows become filled with strife

Anyhow, I am no longer a wife

Now I glow

Allowing him no more to reel me back into my afterlife. 

-Rebecca Truesdale

This poem is about: 
Our world

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