A slight discomfort is felt around the chest area.
A gaping hole is there;
I am missing something.
I can still feel though.
How can I be missing it, and still feel?
I feel...
so it's not dead or destroyed,
It's lost.
Where is it?
Where did I leave it?
Who did I leave it with?
I feel...so lonely.
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Tears Of A Confused Soul // Poems
PoetryI don't speak for you, I don't speak of societal truths I speak for myself, I speak of my truths My heart is mine. My Poems. not much to it. No specific genre, just my mood in that moment and time. Since it has to do with my moods, I may not post...
