Absence
Gone far away,
Escaping it all.
Maybe I'll stay,
Cold like a porcelan doll.
In this void,
There is only silence.
My life is destroyed,
Through violence.
They are calling,
Voices from past life.
The memories recalling,
They twist the absence like a knife.
Copyright © Louise Reilly | Year Posted 2008
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