AS THE DAYS PASS BY

By-Manya Singh

 

The days pass by

But she doesn’t seem to notice

Always surrounded

By those she must please

The people that she once craved the affections of

The shadows she now flashes fake smiles to

Hides her scars from

They used to fill her with warmth and excitement

All she feels now is empty and dread

She’s alone

But not physically

Her turmoil knows no bounds

She succumbs to her darkness

As her soul finally shatters

It’s the loneliness

The emptiness that gnaws at her insides

Breaking her from the within

Tearing apart all that’s left of her

As the days pass by.

 

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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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