Brain empty
Mind dead
Complete silence
Except
A buzzing
Tickles the back of my skull
An image of your lips
Traces my mind
It grows
And suddenly
My mind is no longer empty
But haunted
Damn you
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365 days of Ashes
PoetryOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
