When thunder chimes through the desolate room,
snow continues to fall on snow, as the night hums.
Where you once ran to hide from the silence,
no longer a refuge for the aching heart.
You wrap your arms around yourself,
to imitate the security you once felt.
But nothing adds up, nothing compares,
so you continue to search for answers.
Think back to a time where everything,
everything seemed so perfect.
Now just a faint watermark,
upon the splattered canvas, that is your life.
So you do what you do best;
you up and run, with every ounce of energy.
And as you turn,
you take your heart and walk away.
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