The memory of him grieved in me, a weak match trying to dance with a spark.
It's a sickness, a wrenching ailment that seizes everything out of you.
For my sanity I only visited him in my dreams.
It was unrelenting, a frazzling headache because I am at a loss when I am not with you.
It's wandering in a sleepless wake without the other half of your soul.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
