The emptiness continues. The pain comes like the tide, relentless and unforgiving. The sun shines less brightly these days and its hue swept with a grey brush seems without warmth. The world keeps turning, oblivious to my plight, though she will spin slower under the weight of this heart. This world of mine is not yours, for you have your own and it turns not for me. The emptiness continues.
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The emptiness continues.
The pain comes like the tide, relentless and unforgiving.
The sun shines less brightly these days and its hue swept with a grey brush seems without warmth.
The world keeps turning, oblivious to my plight, though she will spin slower under the weight of this heart.
This world of mine is not yours, for you have your own and it turns not for me.
The emptiness continues.
I still come for a visit :((
sam xx
Cool poem!
I still come for a visit too :)
Alimex
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