The Void Read Count : 68

Category : Poems

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The emptiness 
It grows with each passing day
I must be out of order
No utility can be found outside the work I perform 
Love goes out, but isn’t replenished 
Why is it this way?
Numb and cold like the ice that built the wall
The void swallows without discretion 
I struggle against it, but the resistance seems moot
Who will rescue me from the void?

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  • Jul 01, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Excellent πŸ¦‹πŸ¦‹πŸ¦‹πŸ¦‹

    Jul 01, 2019

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