Empty sheets are all I see
With longing so deep it fails to escape me
I'm covered in the thoughts, drowning in your memories
The crisp white sheets stained with reality
Gone forever the warmth of the loveless body
The comfort is missing and missed all the same
I stare blankly, wishing away my life
But wanting to fight for a second chance
I'm devoured by hatred thoughts
I know only by looking back can my disgrace be caught
The emptiness becomes comfortable as I fear the explanation
The next one to fill those sheets may press me to reveal my eternal damnation
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Ethereal Abyss
PoetryPoetry for me began as a much needed escape from the reality of this world. The same endless routines, faceless people day after day. A slow steady evolution began in my solitude as my work started changing from the torturing monotonous cries of esc...
