Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Open Doors, Closed Windows

It gets lonely sometimes
Most times
Strange rooms
Echo back my thoughts
In the absence of
Familiar persons.
Once one molds in with someone
The void of their absence resounds
But everyday we survive somehow
Tripping and falling at every turn
But somehow we continue heaving
Heavy breaths
Denying with cloudy faraway gazes
The effect of their loss
Denial is the first step of grief
The last...acceptance



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