Inspired by Emily Dickinson

March 16, 2011
Emptiness engulfs me wholly-
waiting for darker days-
telling of my only Folly-
I sit- and count- the ways.

Buried- fast- in the deepest lies-
cope with the worst Despair-
in the winter- my thoughts do fly-
to which I’m Not aware.

hurting for myself- and You all-
pensive- in the worst Pain-
all Things are bound to take a fall-
everything is in vain.

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