It's too dark to see,
And I'm too dark to care.I can no longer fight,
For what was never there.I'm tired and broken,
The flame has died within.You are moving too far away,
I can no longer breath you in.Now I'm walking down,
This road of broken dreams.Seeing your lonely figure standing still,
Waiting for a soul to step in.A lone tear finds it's way to my chick,
Knowing by now that the soul you are waiting for,
Does no longer belong to me.
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Poetry"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often." Charles Bukows...