I walked with repetition of your voice
In my mind.
I couldn't see,
I couldn't breathe,
I couldn't walk properly.
I had gone numb.
I didn't know,
How will I ever be without you.
I had no tears,
I couldn't feel the rain drenching me
Outside and in.
Your rejection, was my poison,
Your rejection, was my anaesthesia,
I don't think I will ever wake from this,
I don't think I will ever feel.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...