Unsung Seagull
08 September 2020
Emptiness
A word sown
Has failed to
Grow into a
Sentence.
A poem,
Full of bloom,
Been grounded
By despair.
Clear skies are
Pain.
Nimbus laden,
A bland hope.
For a craving
To go athirst-
The water
You served,
Has re-enforced
This emptiness.
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