Free verse № 110009
A Beautiful Pain
My mind left to anarchy.
Scratches on the chalkboard,
Reminders of a painful past.
Your kind bathes in serenity.
Dashes on the chalkboard,
Indicators of a painless future.
We find little commonality.
A blank chalkboard,
A divided past, a future foretold.
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