Loss
Hollow,
carved out emptiness
replacing shake-able joy,
until it's just a gnawing ache.
Grieving streaks
drip in streams,
Covering my trembling face in
broken, bleeding etchings.
A crushing burden,
to breathe in the morning,
and carry as the sinking sun
dips below the fading horizon.
Another day, another loss.
A bitter pill to take.
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