You Asked Me Everyday

Meera Mere

 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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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem of feared loss and the inability to express it. Nicely done



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