Blankness


Like filling those empty spaces,
Commeth’ o, yet again,
A feeling of blankness,
With a silhouette of something far away.

Know not, what awaits me,
Like a distant silent chuckle,
Mocking me, as I stand numb,
With a feeling of Blankness.

With Dry leaves and empty branches,
In the Lonely woods, I walk away
Carrying a defening silence within,
And a silhouette of something far away.

Nothingness, I see, as I,
Stroll into the darkness,
Commeth’o not but a thought,
With a feeling of Blankness.

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