A Lonely Lacuna

An amber light fades,

amid voices from afar;

as a mind plunges,

into darkness

in a(void)

to heal a scar.

That inner voice, it

speaks

soothes,

serenades

those thoughts.

Yet they are blind -

as that poor soul

who forgave but not

forgot.

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