Vicarious

Vicarious,
In feeling,
In living.

The slight.
The feeling gone.
A time ended.

The gone.

Back to square one.

The pain inflicted,
But no vicarious pain.

It’s full.

The only thing.

A burden.

On the vicarious existence.

Missing,
Those happy poems,
That brighten up the heart.
Left shattered.

As it would.

Vicarious, in all but me.

Left in a shroud.

My vicarious feeling.

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