Personal Writing

  1. Another day another day....

    There is an empty river bed, Where water should be rushing through, Dried leaves and trash won’t move. A currentless waste land. Broken branches lie Torn from life Senseless beginning to end Broken broken broken the promises made by mother-nature. Longing for life, but listless still. Nothing to feed or house the beauty of life. An empty grave, a hollow womb. Can we say goodbye? We never got to say hello. No name, nothing, and still nothing. The world is big, but you were so...
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