A COMPLETE VOID

By-Yamini Dhupar

 I miss the days when we were complete

Complete as a family, tightly sewn together

Complete with emotions, anger and love doing their part

Complete to the soul, never falling apart

 

But what lies ahead of me is a scary void

Void that leaves me craving for what I once resented

Void that engulfs me bit by bit each day

Void in my life that I can only dream of filling one day…

 

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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn


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