Your chest feels like a cage without (love).
You are left without the (and) between your names.
The (warmth) is gone, an emptiness in your heart
destroys your (will) to live and will
(ignite) a frenzy of hatred, a soul-blackening sadness
(in) your mind,
thinking in terms of (your) and not you're
and suck the colour from your (life).
It will devour the wish to (give) before you receive,
and (it) will feed on the the sad sentiment that is driving you to destruction,
it's a (time) bomb, and we must do something.
n.b.
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Inkspills Compilation
PoesiaI wanted to create a little collection of my poetry where I spill my feelings on love, loss and hope. Hopefully you'll all enjoy these :)
