Empty days

Secret Thoughts Within

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These are the empty days
When the silence between the sentences
Is overwhelming.

The barrenness of my life
Comes into full view.
I am ashamed
Of how little I have left.

Devoid of the sparkle
That others say they see,
How could they know
I’m only pinning up my broken smile?

The silence is consuming
Reminding me of what I have lost.
Filling cups with nothing
I take a drink
These empty days are all I’ve got.

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