On the second day you attempt to omit
the image of the departed
Unbeknownst to yourself, you keep moving to and fro
Your mind grows weariest when the sun vanishes, blackening the evening skies
Returning to the starting point, yesterday, where you were before
You agonise in pain for the weak and fragile
That you neglect willfully your own griefs and woes
Yet you move onwards on an unsteady progress
Although you know, the missing is what you desire the most.
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PoetryI created this story to show that moving on isn't an easy thing to do. Once you think you grasped onto the meaning, it lets go of you, bringing you back to how you were when you started. This title is dedicated and inspired from a person that made m...
