You ask me every day
if I want it all to end.
But I don’t know how to say—
I’m just scared
it will all end,
and end too soon.
And I’ll be left
with a void in my heart,
a silence ,
that no prayer,
no poem,
could ever fill.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 10th, 2025 10:46
- Category: Love
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Comments1
A poem of feared loss and the inability to express it. Nicely done
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