Loss
by jesst
It scooped out a piece of my soul,
a hole that will never fill.
More will come with each passing year.
I wonder if that will be the day I die,
when the last piece is taken,
and there is no connection
between the world and me.
It scooped out a piece of my soul,
a hole that will never fill.
More will come with each passing year.
I wonder if that will be the day I die,
when the last piece is taken,
and there is no connection
between the world and me.