The absense

A Poem by Sterling

Blank pages mock me

Empty lines in my journal

Absence envelopes me

Vacant chairs at my funeral

This fog I live in

These blurred moments

Memory slips again

Grey matter with no contents

Red pill, blue pill, yellow pill...

What is the point of these?

Time to refill

Cruel invisible disease

I just want to feel right

Finally be whole

Regain my sight

Tame my troubled soul

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Added on January 29, 2014
Last Updated on January 29, 2014

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