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Sep 2016
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The pain,
nothing there, emptiness, voided
feelings hollowed out shadowed
disruptions sitting in the darkness,
alone again and it hurts, god it hurts

That song,
melodic interruptions raining memories
from thunder head showers, down
poured sadness of minor keyed
choices played in you and me sorrow

This thought,
talking to me in whispered losses,
breathing my final words of non
seen poetic failures penned in desperate
ink, smeared by free verse tears

The end,
destitute caverns, deep, eternal,
carved in jagged emotions,
rough hewn outcroppings shattering  
because we aren’t, anymore
Everything ends I guess, at least for me it does.
Stephan
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Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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