…Are Broken.
Once of sturdier mettle,
now cast as vessels
fired of delicate Human clay
and poised to crumble.

Reduced to mere Visages
layered in gleaming, smoothed surfaces
that obscure darkest imperfections
from those that peer on
without staring.

No peace
from nightmares real,
revisited time and again.

“Let go. Come back.”
We stand and plead ashamed,
fearful of what has become.

But they Must
bend until they Break
And heal to break Again.

In our hearts we Know
the ones we Love
are Lost.

There is no Return.

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