Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, March 14, 2023

Rivers Run Dry

 I've said goodbye 

so many times before,

but nothing hurt as bad 

as when you closed the door.


I felt the pain of losing

in this game they call life, 

when I took to the clouds 

and nothing felt right. 

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