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Weightless

Weightless.
Senseless.
Grudge-less.
Painless.
No light, no end and no tunnel.
I have gotten to the end of the line.
I have captured it all in time,
Then it all fell into a puddle.

Love-less,
Yet full.
Hate-less,
Not cruel.

I have gathered all the fuel,
lit up a fire, forgot my tool.
I was born, I was built, then I broke,
I know nothing, say nothing.

Have nothing.

Power-less.
Senseless.
Meaning-less.
Cried upon,
Forgotten,
Remember,
Forgotten.
I float into emptiness and I feel no pain,
I feel nothing but gratitude for everything that’s been.
I feel broke, I am mended, I am still.
I was never,
I shall never,
Not again.

By Mary

Writer living in Paris.

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