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Chest Pains
Once inside
I'm greeted by
The cold of the rooms
Something missing than before
And an emptiness
Deeper than bone.
I thought I would be
proud- screaming independence
aloud and with my might.
Overbearing with force
But reality is-
nothing but the closing of,
a chipped wooden door.
With no footfalls on the floor
to remind me of
a love I'm too scared to mourn.
These times takes their toll,
cutthroat heaven
stealing away a silhouette.
She will never be here
nor be her,
for me
ever again .
My sorrows echo through the halls
And all I know now is-
through wretched darkened ways
I seek your calming voice once more.
Published 2nd Oct 2020
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2nd Oct 2020 10:41pm
Anonymous
2nd Oct 2020 10:52pm
A searing write for me.
I felt every word deeply and I'm reminded that we all have moments filled with pain and grief
Wow.
Ty for sharing this scorcher of pain
I'm basking in it
and sending vibes of likeness
and understanding
💜 💜
🌹
xo
B
I felt every word deeply and I'm reminded that we all have moments filled with pain and grief
Wow.
Ty for sharing this scorcher of pain
I'm basking in it
and sending vibes of likeness
and understanding
💜 💜
🌹
xo
B
