Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, October 04, 2024

Gone

 You can't break what's already been broken

the pieces scattered like leaves in the wind. 

Time can't replace the void that remains,

the emptiness inside took over my mind. 


There is no feeling the sorrow in a song

emotions no longer sense the right and wrong.

I have come to accept the forever loneness

admitting to myself that you are gone. 


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