What is life without poetry?
Same way it is without you.Empty,
vague,
futile.Nothing makes sense anymore.
Nothing is real.
Slowly fading,
Placidly waving.The silent good-byes you only see.
A wish to never let go,
Breaking down in departure.
Words unsaid,
Thoughts unspoken.
A hope our eyes will pass the message;
But they never do tell the story.
A silent tear,
An un-eager turn.
Looking forward to a name,
But unbroken silence.Empty,
vague,
futile.The silent good-byes you only see,
But never hear.
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Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]
PoetryA Poetic series. . With Every passing breath, I sink even deeper into a pool of my own darkness. . *Whispers* "Not your usual poetry"