RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Nothing But A Void - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Walking along, head down, not looking about, struck down
by grief, not able to notice anything right now.
Life having died, yet is still living within, not knowing
how it happens, just continuing to exist anyway.
Colors are drained from your mind, happiness disappears
and there is nothing left but a void.
An emptiness, a deep hole within your heart that can never
be filled this side of heaven.
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