redefine: seperation by Aaron MichaelThe void echoes
So I know now
That there is
A floor for the
Lack of ceiling.
It echoes with
The absence,
All the forgotten
Compliments
And memory etched
Transgressions.
In its form there
Are waves I ride,
Pulsating irregularly
Without care for
The pleas for comfort
And warmth.
In the wake of
Dead air passes
A broken melody
Asking me to lie here
And just forget
The world. 01/30/2018 Posted on 01/30/2018 Copyright © 2024 Aaron Michael
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