It's there until it isn't,
Eventually, things must go,
Out of grasp and of sight,
It happens when you love them most.
They used to be your strength,
But now they are your demise,
They bruise and hurt you viciously,
Until you're all shattered and numb.
Sadness is not the word,
It is never enough to define the feeling,
It's indescribable,you just feel it,
Disintegrating your being.
And letting go is just a walk they say,
Among the thorns that is,
And your feet are bare,
Pain is inevitable.
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PoetryThings I write in the middle of the night when I can't sleep or whenever I feel the need to put my heart into words. Poems•Prose•Short Stories•Artworks
