it’s the only certainty amongst the temporary antics of life.
loneliness.
you may deal with it in ways, which disguise it, but its there.
lurking waiting, waiting for that opening in which it shoves its way through and takes you down.
it engulfs you in its misery.
a feeling, which is too comforting for you to break out of.
so this feeling fills a void which will never be fixed,
a heart which can never be mended
and a mind which may never find peace.
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Which one is about you?
PoetryA collection of poems I have put together; topics are mostly about love, heartbreak and the reality of our generation.
