You’re gone
“life” now seems
an empty wasteland
I don’t want
to have to be strong,
to breathe through days
that last too long
it’s not my choice
to awaken to pain
I want God to explain
but why would He
listen to me?
I open my eyes
every day
to a dead world
where all is gray
life seems
a barren wasteland
because you’re gone
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