Emptiness

Reaching for familiar spaces, eyes closed
Can Nothingness feel so cold?
No warmth lingers where laughter lived…
Emptiness.

Like a howling prairie wind it blows
Banshee wails in heart’s caverns echoes
A shadowy vortex that looms and grows
Consuming all in its swirling depths.

No warmth lingers where laughter lived…
Emptiness.

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