Friday, 4 July 2014
Empty within. Poem
I cannot feel you, but I lay a hand upon you none the less
I cannot feel the emptiness and yet I know it's there
A lack of life, an unused machine ready and wanting to be filled
I dream of you, sometimes.
I think it will be my greatest treasure, my most brilliant dream
But now I am alone, empty within.
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