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The whir of the air conditioner
The hum of the refrigerator
The deafening sound of silence
Straining to hear the echos of children playing
The twitter of birds
The conversations of friends
The sounds of a life
My life
Reaching out to the echos of the past
I am surrounded by walls
Collapsing
The world collapsing
Emptiness and sadness reach deep into my bones
This is not a life
This is not what I expected
Yet
This is all I have
Now what do I do?
You get up every morning, shake the blues off about what was, pull up a smile, and give the day your best shot. Then tomorrow you try it all over again. 🙂
Thanks 🙂
Thank you for all of your great writings. Keep up the good work in the future.
Such a sad poem. Great imagery.