Then a light winked out: a small light in a universe of stars, my one small beacon; the one thing I lived for. Despite this universe of light that surrounds me; street lights, cars, the sun. Despite the constant noise, like waves on a shore; despite the plethora of sounds and continued susurration of conversation that surrounds me with its tidal ebb and flow, I am alone.
Alone, and adrift, in a sea of gentle understanding provided by those that surround me; those I love.
But they don't understand about the light: she was my light, she was my life.
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Another little Drabble, a work of exactly 100 words
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The Tree of Dreams
PoetryRandom poetry and the occasional drabble or dribble of other short random thought from the depths my somewhat bemused brain, or possibly Brian if the schizophrenic misspelt pseudo entity that lives up there is up to his old tricks... poems from the...
