Emptiness peers upon your shoulder and excavates a crater around your soul, unable to pervade. loneliness, creates a thunderstorm of inhibiting decease, with no escape.
I am lost, with no home to turn, trapped in the darkness of my mind, searching the walls that create my reality, the pure anguish when I plead for a way out, but it's just me, and my own body.
No escape, no ease, everyday i wake up
Everyday I go to sleep, my days are spent empty, searching for the missing part of me.
But what if there's no missing piece.
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Giannulas Chronicals,
PoetryMy first series of poems, Falling in and out of love, finding myself again, and letting go of old pain. Thank you and I hope you Enjoy. New additions may not be found at the bottom but within the lineup. In chronological order. -giannula 🤍
