A LITTLE SORROW LEFT UNWEPT




A Little sorrow left unwept

As I drift upon the ocean of loneliness

Rudderless... yet fettered in chains

Not all the words can express my pain.

This lingering pain...

It has no shape... no substance...

A futile existence.... meaningless...

Now just a faceless entity

which even my shadow shuns...

This space that I take up

Is devoid of me...

My solitary tear

Has no cheek to fall on...

~Pebble~


 

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