the broken bridge

Loneliness was widespread as a soft breeze whispered the chimes of
time into their ears,
as it moved along through history,
leaving it's soft scent with the breeze to carry forever,
pass it on to those ignorant souls
that have lost their dignity, humanity and a value of their own

a broken bridge is all that is left,
between their world and a world that believed in them
shattered are they , shattered is the whole existence
yes its ignorance, a reason for comfort and satisfaction,

The breeze will continue to carry forth the soft scent
a never tiring attempt in the ages to come
but I wonder when this world would cease to survive
I wonder when the breeze would die,
I wonder if till then I would exist...

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