A Poet's Dying Breath
Friday, March 6, 2015
Clawing my way through
yet another low,
waiting,
wanting,
the response I need
it's not forthcoming
and now I'm getting lost
in my own head
and I need him,
or anyone,
but the void I'm shouting into
is silent.
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