Falling Poem by Jacob Moore

Falling



I grow more depressed,
As her voice grow more feint.
I wait for the inevitable,
As I fall deeper into darkness.
She said for all eternity,
Yet now she's vanished.
She's out of sight,
But not out of mind.
I need her back,
I'm so lost without her.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017
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