It echoes throughout this empty house,
It echoes throughout my empty heart,
It echoes through the gazes spent
On everything and everyone.
We carry on with heavy hearts,
Crying out in pain.
No matter how we cry,
It falls on deaf ears.
Broken in twain, our lives reside,
My heart call to you,
But with you in Death's cold arms,
The only thing I hear is
SILENCE
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Poems
PoetryJust a random collection of poems by me, mostly written around pain, lost love, etc.
