Crumbling at the door -
I know I will never enter the same way again.
I search for forgiveness.
That empty feeling reaches
inside my soul.
I no longer feel that comfort,
that peace of knowing.
I reach into that emptiness
waiting for closure,
the complete end.
Screaming -
I call for the anger to come alive,
breathe, exist - so I can rest,
Sleep...
No one can understand,
the comprehension
is out of reach...
Life has stopped
but my love has continued.
Why?
My heart beats, blood pumps..
Pain... is real...
Memories whisper...
Needing a voice, wanting an ear
needing...
Me.
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