The pain of the cloister

The pain of the cloister
 

I'm not afraid of death.
That is why this closure is alive
Suffocating the pain of love
Cloistered in bitterness
A parched body
It's just a twig without thorns
An abandoned spectrum
Wandering in the night alone
Like a deleted photo
In a picture frame
And what's left?
Beyond the loneliness of a boring ghost
Who lives enclosed in its enclosure
Contemplating thus
The memory of a love
That one day he loved in the light of the moon


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