A mere whisper of the wind
would be better
Than a blank space of emptiness.
But all I hear is nothing -
Not a sigh;
Not a lie
Nor a goodbye.
They left.
And I myself left-
I'd left my world
of dreams and colors;
And now I linger
Among the black crevices,
The dark spaces.
I left.
They left.
There's nothing left.
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Rhyming Thoughts
PoesíaRhyming thoughts. Spilled words. Random Poetry.// 8/7/16 - Hi. First of all, to those who have read the first ever poems I posted here and also those who plan to read this collection - thank you so much. Knowing that a few of you out there read or e...
