Tears blur my face
until it has been blended.
A whisper of emotion
drips down my stomach.
It has gone away
now, to the back place
of my black mind
that is gray
now, and calm and empty.
I mourn for what is gone
now, how desperately hopeless
and devastating
is the loss of feeling?
Even when it is feeling
of wanting death.
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A Collection For Those Who Enjoy Poetry
PoetryThis is just a book of poetry. Some people really like just reading poems, and that's what this is. Some are by me, but some are just my favorite poems from other authors. All of whom I will credit in the separate chapters. If you're into that kind...
