Is that lost feeling of feeling the loss
I am thinking of losing it all
And grasp nothing more.
Dark clouds of selfish rain
No more metaphors, nothing abstract
What came along, went away
And I felt nothing.
I am craving. I am leaving.
Bewildered by the words, I watch
This page of yellow tint
What comes out is a mere hint
I am looking, then staring,
Numb.
Pages filled on their own,
Who am I? Have I lost my name?
But what is there in the name,
I am, still. Nothing.
-knightesS
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