Icicles
Slowly dripping from the roof
Decay
Is everywhere one looks
Snow
Melting into the ground.
Lost
Nevermore to be found
Family
Walking out never ask
Me
Anything. They turn their backs.
Pain
In my heart and head
Remain
Even though they said
Community
Is the key to survival.
Forgotten
No one even cares
Sadness
Rips me and brings tears
Dripping
into my decay.
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