The sprigs of a dying dawn shadows the wind
Rain strokes the steam on asphalt.
Heaviness deepens the searing of coldness
Each step bore impressions of the day
...
I am in a place that I do not stand here or there.
I am sitting on a rock watching it go by
wanting to follow the breeze
but it twists and turns so much
...
Mere existence travels to me
dreams and thoughts engulfs my heart
I starving for her
The ghost....she always was
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Pain Of Emotional Disappointment
The sprigs of a dying dawn shadows the wind
Rain strokes the steam on asphalt.
Heaviness deepens the searing of coldness
Each step bore impressions of the day
It is so very weary.
Strength unraveling.
It hurts to live sometimes.