Conversing…
Talking to emptiness…
Thoughts don’t seem to stick…
Confusion and contemplation arise…
Why did I try?
Why did I hurt?
Why did I pursue?
Why do I care still?
Round the currents flow,
Round and rough they rub,
Right when all is wrong,
Right when times are tough.
Thoughts of the past,
Times of peace and comfort,
The tightness of closeness,
The wanting falls away.
Pain and tears,
Each night, consistent,
Push forward to be heard,
Push for time in a world of hurt.
Confusion and contemplation arise…
Thoughts don’t seem to stick…
Talking to emptiness…
Conversing…
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