Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, August 18, 2022

Confess

 The tears tell the story

of the pain in the heart, 

buckets of mourning 

in what feels like certain

death.


Gone without a goodbye 

no kiss to leave upon the lips.

The emptiness left inside 

is the void of love I confess.


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