~I swear~
~I swear~
Despair is chunky in the air,
No tread without a prayer.
The only thing that’s for sure,
Is the vacant glair of a stare.
The chair rock back and forth,
Like a ride gone rouge at the fair.
The walk is grave as I wander alone,
The steps approaching the last stair.
Feeling like I am misplaced to today,
Feeling like I am suspended in bulky air,
I scream out your name and you are,
With no answer and suddenly I realize,
That I swear you are nowhere,
As the walls stair back at me bare!
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