Voids
Lapses of judgement
In moments of indecision
Hesitance
From emptiness
Gnawing away
Eating at the edges
Denuded
Eroded
Gaping maw like scars
Barren fields of thought
The wasted space
Of oblivion, of eternity,
Both potent promises
Of love
Both
vacant lies
Abysses loom
Behind every breath
Behind every pulse
Scented in blood
Staring, desolate
abandoned,
are dry eyes
Voids live
In those black
parallels
Haunting
the real world
with disbelief
Perpetuating voids
of regret
Feeding off the pain
And the fears grow on
Past all
Reprieve
Voids
All irreparable
Voids
©CM
04.08.2014
Love it ❤ xdx
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Thank you, David dear! 😀 ❤
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Cookie, this is NOT a happy poem !!! Hugs – Big Ones !!!
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Definitely not a happy one, yep. And I will take those hugs! Right back at you! 😀
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An abysmal theme filled with complex thought and gorgeous expression. Nice.
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Thank you so much for reading, and seeing, Mike. 🙂
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Intense!
Xoxo. ❤
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Thank you, sweetie ❤
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