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Poetry

Just a poem about stuff...Living life as we're called to and Randomness and live and beauty etc.

Nothing

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by shnooksreads

by shnooksreads

They've all left.

The words

The hopes

The dreams

They've vanished. Disappeared.

I am alone now.

Well, what's left of me.

I've been torn apart,

Ripped to shreds

By the silence,

The nothingness.

It has left of me nothing more

Than a heap on the floor.

I no longer no anything.

What to do?

Where to go?

What to say?

How to breathe?

I am trapped.

I am alone.

The silence has proven it,

I am nothing.