Ancient echoes tell me that you’re leaving
The walls leak shadows of hungry eyes
searching for words that choke in my throat.
The world waits impatiently
in the hollow of the silence as
feelings topple inward and seal the mourning
of the loss of what was never there.
So rings the timeless chime of life ill spent.
So this is my first poem in about 4 years. So bizarre that it came off the back of my last post. It is literally a first draft but thought it might as well go up as can't believe I wrote it. My poetry has been blocked for a long time.
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