Out Of

My existence.
How futile my soul
If I had one.

My body.
An empty bottle
Brimmed full with tears.

My position.
Out of place
And out of time.

Where do I tread?
Where do I belong?
Where do I fall on?

This arrows shoots Nowhere
Nowhere is where I’ve gone.

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