The Senses

I can't hear the whispering of the trees,
I can't feel the tall grass tickle my skin,
I can't smell the blooming flowers,
I can't taste the salty ocean breeze on my lips,
I can't see the good in the world anymore. 
I hear my quiet sobs while alone,
I feel the pain of lost hope,
I smell the blood of a broken heart,
I taste the bittersweet memories of us,
I see a vast emptiness inside me. 

◄ Fire to Flicker

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Tom

Tue 15th Oct 2019 10:41

Well written but I hope those feelings have passed now Ashley, they always do eventually.

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