Leaving me with a void

Leaving me with a void,
who shall hear this,
a voice? Words born
with a split second to live.
Spoken words on a sea
like messages in a bottle.
Leave me,
with a void.
Pain, joy, sorrow, death
only words crossing a void.
A voice crying through the
private windows of the soul.
Leaving me with a void.

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