Broken Silence
A poem about loss.
My head is swimming with the sound of her voice. I am not quite sure where she went. I woke up this morning and it was like she never existed. I looked around and saw a disaster of my stuff broken all over the floor, only my stuff. Nothing of her remains. The emptiness hits me like a brick to my jaw. I should have seen this coming, but it is too late. One day I will regret this. One day I will fall. Today is not the day. I am numb. I am dead. Nothing can hurt a man who has no nerves left.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
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