Witness Mark

It was a witness mark
A vague witness mark
But a witness mark nonetheless
Hidden beneath the dust of depression
Covered by the cobwebs of fears
Untouched for years
Then he came along
I bared my soul
That’s what hurts the most
The realization I am nothing
Not even a reaction
Just a thanks
Seems you want to fade away
I’ll let you ghost
Just thought you were a better man than that
You handed me the scissors
Cutting you off
Saying goodnight one last time

Categories: Poetry

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