Empty Poem by blake graves

Empty



I feel empty.
Unloved and unwanted is what i am.
The cold breath of rejection is on my neck.
I am lost and forgotten.
The reaper is my last friend.
The isolation ices over my soul.
My demons bury it away.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: forgotten,isolation,rejection
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