What Am I ?

August 19, 2011
By Anonymous

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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