It's not sadness
or hate,
resentment,
or regret.
It's empty;
closing your
hand around
something gone.
Empty doesn't
have a remedy;
everything falls
but doesn't land.
A migrane
whose temples
you can even
rub in futility.
Pain in phantom,
sourced from
a limb severed
out of foolishness.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
It's not sadness
or hate,
resentment,
or regret.
It's empty;
closing your
hand around
something gone.
Empty doesn't
have a remedy;
everything falls
but doesn't land.
A migrane
whose temples
you can even
rub in futility.
Pain in phantom,
sourced from
a limb severed
out of foolishness.
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