Poetry 19: Reshaping My Art

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          My fractured heart's unable;
          to decipher these aloneness
          clutching on both sides
          in unnoticed weight of silence;
          where loosely they're dragged
          a stinking bag of garbage;
          bracing one strained muscle
          in incomparable bondage;

          forcefully lifting;
          in immeasurable time,
          severe decay sinking
          without hopes to climb,
          for willingly paired;
          is surviving for
          despite lifetime chains
          I resisted before;

          'till alonenes feels comfort;
          an unlikely heaven loathe
          where my solitude's given birth
          turned so bonded grew both;
          essential for me;
          for a truthful survival
          without faking the patience,
          though the culture's no rival;

          now aloneness -- my healing;
          fulfilling my being,
          my calmness in concern
          my embrace beholding;
          my submissive solitude,
          in persistence of pain
          taught reshaping my art
          through be loving these stains.

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