#604-Emptiness
27/03/2019
What if…
Children were running everywhere.
Parents happily watching.
Grandparents sitting,
Smiling,
Holding hands.
But it’s not so.
The park’s empty.
Lifeless.
Like those grey days,
When I wake up,
To pounding raindrops,
Dreading getting out of bed, and
Wanting time to vanish,
Until the sun rises again.
In me.
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