~2 Nothing~

Passion lays dead beside me,
Nothing feels full to even make it
half enough.

I wait as seconds linger,
and shadows scrape me off
four walls.

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Where is the passion When shadows crawl the walls Displacing silent needing To sighs, till morning calls? The answer may be close at hand. The Poets Tree *wink* Keith Allen