The Void


A blank canvas, an empty page,
the last song on life's endless stage,
The aftermath of the blowing wind,
my breaking heart again and again,
The deafening quiet of the silent alone,
the chill of cold straight to the bone,
A deepening sadness of love with no joy,
the crying tone of a lost little boy,
A loving Mother who did her best,
but the little boy never put it to rest,
To the unknown father that caused this hole,
this empty void inside my soul.

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