9 August 2012
Everyday is like
Walking with
Missing limbs,
Eating with
No sense of taste,
Looking through
Misted lenses,
Colours faded,
A rainbow
Of grey.
All the people
Are faceless.
My days
An expanse
Of emptiness.
I exist with
No hope,
No future,
No purpose.
I miss you.
I Miss You • Opuss № I