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Jan 2016
Today became sad for me,
emptiness my feeling inside.
So dark this place, the hallways I pace,
within my own mind. Examining each file with care.

Searching for what is apparently
beyond my control.
Now a little speck of light has shined through,
the vision is dark.

I realized today, that in life,
many memories have a greater effect,
but with a hard sharper edge that cuts extra deep.
Down through the bone, straight to the soul.

I died a little today,
a little more than yesterday.
Moments in life, child,
divorce, accidents, spousal dispute or perhaps death.

It has come to my conscious mind
that with each tragic event
a small piece of us dies.
Which would explain why I feel dead inside.
Willard Wells
Written by
Willard Wells  Sacramento, CA. USA
(Sacramento, CA. USA)   
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