Night’s Requiem

my reason is missing
this empty room is now emptier
i can only think of him
though i have eyes i cannot see
i try to talk, but no one listens
work becomes work
no more daydreams
lunch but not eating.
i feel my world has gotten wider
but only space has filled the walls.
people outside begin to beg in
but i do not let them in.
i forget what is said to me
a smile
or touch i do not feel.
i only care about one person right now.
the trouble is baiting a fish
when it’s already caught.
it would be stealing another person’s find.
it would not feel right or proper.
the prize not worth the guilt.
but nothing else will satisfy
by: the little devil

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  • An attempt to remember.

  • The author and editor would like to thank the visitors of this site for dropping by and taking time to go through the articles.

    These are simply but ramblings of one woman struggling to retain as much youth in a fast-aging world. With her deteriorating senses and memory, this is her way holding on to as much as she can remember.

    The tone of the blog will most-likely change once she shifts to another phase in life. As of the moment, she claims to be at peace while in hibernation.

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