As sand through my finger
My blood has flown away.
The lymph that once fed my roots
Has dried
In every part the trunk that sustained
Me is now consumed.
Just a meaningless flowing into my veins
The monotonous pulse in mi ears brings me
To a reality I despise:
What once was is no more
Anger asks me why
But there's no answer that can bring relief
No gesture which doesn't remind me
No word that can ease this pain
Just the feeling of loss
The feeling of loss is something that lasts
And fills your soul with his emptiness
The perpetual companion of my sleepless nights
And idle days
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