Sadness.
Feels like an empty hole in your chest. You've had someone digging a hole, deeper and deeper. They dug until they'd hit rock bottom. They were going to put something there. You don't know what. Maybe they were going to fill it in again with dirt. Maybe they were building a pool and were about to fill it with water. Or maybe it was going to be a place for safe keeping; they would fill it with love, happiness, importance. But they'd forgotten. They'd forgotten to fill it with anything. They'd forgotten they dug the hole at all. And you're left empty and hollow.
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My Poems
PoetryCreative writing about anything. Short stories, poems, 'diary entries'.
