A chasm of what did not abide
Silence severed the strings that bound us togetherYou're an empty echo to my hollowed heart
A shadow at the end of the day
A bridge-less gap to the space between
Left feeling cold and confused
With no words to say
A chasm of what did not abide
Silence severed the strings that bound us togetherPoetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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