I miss her so much, my heart aches for the warmth of her soft skin finger tips
I miss her more than the trees need their oxygen
Than the orphans of war
The widow at the wake
The motherless son surrounded by strangers
The homeless under the black tar bag hiding from the rain
The pups on the street dying of hunger
The slave feeling the morning sun on his toes in his cage
The poet without his muse
The divorced husband with his empty bottle
The bald man in the barbershop
The chained dog in the long yard with 8 feet of rope
The writer with no words
The couple with no soul
The whore without hope
The pregnant daughter with no father
The flowers with no water
And most of all
A cigarette with no lighter
About the Creator
Charles Wood
Instagram: @depersonalisation_
Write what you feel, even if it doesn't make sense.
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