This isn’t holding on
This isn’t letting go
It’s lingering in a place
Of nothing but unknowns

It’s not a place of healing
Or a place of pain
There aren’t conversations
Of all the ‘could-have-beens’

The sun doesn’t live here
But neither does the moon
It’s not a place for love
Or those we’ve lost too soon

No colors painted on the wall
There aren’t any exits
There’s no laughter in the background
All you hear is silence

It’s not a place for sorrow
There aren’t any memories
This place where I’ve been living –
They call it ‘Empty’.

  • The Dalema. January 31, 2017.
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