Vickie Olmsted Poet Lyric

The Empty Bed

I awake late in the night, fearing the early morning light, I look over the empty bed 
and see, the indent of what once was, but shall never again be. I brush away a 
single tear, I ask myself, is it the loneliness or the fear?... I try to rise only to fall, it 
no longer matters, nothing at all. My once shining eyes have now grown dull, the 
empty bed... nothing matters... nothing at all...

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