There is a bleak sense of..
Chaos in your absence.
A tick sense of remorse..
Felt your essence.
A prick from a pin..
Oozing drops of blood.
Falling down with a thud.
The barks in my brain..
Drowning with pain.
A profound silence..
Convoluted conscience.
A voice defeating consequence..
Arguing in the defined sequence.
Thoughts getting obsolete..
Questions just self repeat.
A mere response they try to seek..
While distances get OBlique.


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