I am a void, a void is me,
There is debris,
That doesn't want to clear,
Instead it grows with every passing year,
My life is full,
Yet I feel a pull,
To everything dead,
My heart is no longer filled with dread,
Just acceptance, of a beautiful past,
And memories that are vast,
Three years since you've been gone,
I wonder if I am still in mourn,
Perhaps I am, perhaps I'm not,
All I can feel are tight knots,
Inside my mind and chest,
The feeling doesn't go away even after a full night's rest.
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