Cold wind seeps
Into my light
Jacket
Goosebumps spread
Like wildfire
Across my pale
Skin
Tired eyes glance
At my cold
Body only
To return to
The ground
Ahead
I don't know
Where I'm going
I don't have
Anything anymore
The only thing
I possess is a
Battered up
Photograph
Of
you
Words hold no
Meaning to the
Sadness I feel
Inside my veins
I'm a hollow
Shell and
I want
To be
Gone
Poem by me
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Poetry1:48 am "And with every drop of rain that hits the earth, I can hear your soulful voice echoing through my mind. Calm whispers of the wind, crashing along the sea, calming my every nerve. You are the air in my lungs and the words I speak. You are my...
