I'm cheating again. I also wrote this poem a few years ago.
Heartache
It aches.
There is an emptiness that cannot be filled because it cannot be found.
The pressure, the stress, frustration and strain engulf the whole of it.
Relief has long since been a hope.
Tired and forsaken, abandonment is the only key.
But, how can I abandon what is not there?
5 years ago
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