Poetry. Thoughts



Catapulted to my chest, breath stolen,

In a second, swiftly,


Mundane ticking of the clock,

It keeps going, ruminating.

But I am somewhere else,

In another room, in another life

With a presence that I long for so dearly,

In a scene so vivid I can smell it,

I can feel her hand, hear her voice.

The empty ocean swells in my abdomen.

Aching for a scene I will never experience again.

A ripple of empty darkness.

By letwordsshine

I use writing as an outlet to understand the world around me. Whether it's through reading the writing of other people or letting my own words out, I feel they bring light to areas that we need to see in order to change and grow.

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