What Am I ?

August 19, 2011
By , stamford, CT
I am sadness-

The cold, harsh voice of

Winter as it brushes

Your ear and leaves a chill.

The empty feeling of an

Empty bottle, the only problem

One can’t drink away-

The only problem that remains.

The darkness-impending

When your last flame

Begins to slowly burn out, choking,

Leaving breadcrumb trails of smoke

As the only evidence of its existence.

The self-degredation of a

Prostitute that loves everyone,

But can’t ever love herself.

The final grip on a bystanding heart

Of reality at the end of someone elses life.

I am sadness-

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