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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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