Year 2 A.E. -- Aenum Clamoris

[vesta_aurelia]

Pain is an old comrade
          almost friend-like, these days, familiar
          lurking, always present, waiting
          familiarity breeding its own children, of sorts:
                    habits of fear and withdrawal
          more acted upon, these days, than felt

Emptiness is a rapidly growing intimate

Comments

[irismoonlight]

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It's amazing how poetry, with its spare chosen words, can leave me over and over again speechless. Because it makes me feel.

whoof

Thank you.