Gone
-By Sophia Cac
The well is dry.
The fire's out.
You've wasted so much of my time.
But that's not what this is all about.
I'm so tired,
For so so long
I spent an entire decade mired
In your mess,
and now you're gone.
I'm all alone in the empty field.
YOU ARE READING
Scattered Ink { Poetry/Quote }
PoetryInsomia, my dear friend, you've come to visit me once again. What's today features? Huh, I hope I didn't make too many failures. Oh a new one indeed, perhaps I could try one to confess my deeds? Alright, hand me the quil, my friend, don't go and wai...
