Bleached Bones
The toll of this harshness grinds my bones which now lie bleached in the searing sun. Painful knowledge of ecstasy no longer mine. No greater sorrow exist than the intoxicating memory of you now no more to be. The void infinite and cold, this emptiness black in its totality.
Copyright © Darrell Rose | Year Posted 2023
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