I sit amongst family friends
see the wam flow
open arms
i feel despondent
hollowed
empty
Their caring eyes
gracious smiles
tender words
perpetual incursion
consumed within
calling...
Your firm handshake
a pat on the back
her gentle embrace
cauterize calloused scars
withdrawn
thirsts...
Intimacy unwavering
devotion unflinching
fidelity unfounded
thrown away
undeserved
hungering...
Consumed
by this thing
all i have left
this abused ink
this blank page
this...
Flawless ending
"This abused ink, this blank page this" that was beautiful
"Some people die at 25 but buried at 75" Benjamin Franklin
Thaks man glad you liked it
Thaks man glad you liked it