It's Friday October 16th, the first time I have been to the beach since you.
I'm half alive staring into the vast blue expanse that used to mean something to me,
I can hardly breathe standing in the strong blowing wind,
It will surely knock me over - I am so frail.
I have become so weak.
I don't feel you here now, it's different,
I have felt you since, but now you are gone, completely.
I cannot feel anything, not the sand, not the sea, not the rain, not the cold.
I am empty. I am the epitome of vacant, the definition of void, the picture of a vacuum.
YOU ARE READING
Forget The World
PoetryForget the world, Forget the people. Focus on me, Focus on you. Smile. A documentation of my deteriorating mental heath and stability through words.
