In Nothingness

I stare at nothingness

I grasp at straws

I kneel battered by the onslaught of thoughts 

I close my eyes to recall bright beginnings 

         but only see helpless endings

I live in a quagmire; gasping, beyond rescuing

I am lost not knowing what led me there

I  reach out for a hand that is mine no longer.


You left with nary a word

You are out of reach, like so many times before

You are cruel with your silence

You can inflict a wound like no other

You, to whom I never should have given my heart




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