Essence

poem by: Chel Scott
Written on Aug 16, 2018 

Trying to fill a void,
to make something complete,
I can feel the pull of strain,
I just cannot compete.
We leave the stale air empty,
I lose myself in a book,
I can feel the weight of your glare,
but I pretend I don't see the look.
We are going through the motions,
each touch now such a chore,
is this the essence of us?
The us of evermore?

 

Tags: Sad, Pain,

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