The Warmth, Has Left

MARCH 2018

The Warmth, Has Left 


my being.

My heart, now dead.

As, is my love. 

For i’ll love....

no more.


My soul

Has ....

felt, deaths..... Icy chill.

My loneliness, is.

Sketched ......amongst, 

those others.



Within the dark.

This my world

My voice is gone.

It no longer, 

attracts..... dead.

My eyes, now as black, 

as the night,

like .......hardened coal.


I remember it all.

When the dead once sang 

And none of the living 

heard-their words

And no one came.

No, not one.... none at all.





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