Black hole
Chasm
Abyss
Full of love,
Beside a man who's heartless.
A man which no emotion flows,
Who no compassion shows.
Despite vital water and care,
No affection grows.
To him all pleasure is lost.
All he can do is count the cost.
All warmth has fled,
He knows only frost.
The man is a zombie,
Living, but dead internally.
What can revive him?
What can restore vitality?
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The 2023 Poetry Anthology
PoetryAn ongoing anthology of every poem I will write in 2023. A wide range of tones and subjects will be explored, from the silly to the saddening. Join me as I document this poetical journey through 2023.
