LossA Poem by CentipedleLoss.
Loss is a feeling not just a word. It's the memories we've buried, It's the people we've left behind. I'm not the only one whose felt it. I'm not the only one whose said it either. That night when she passed away, When I watched my mother cry. That morning when I was by her side, When the world took her mother away. Loss. What does it really mean. To me or to you. The loss of someone, of something. The loss of hope. The world burning around us, Hatred becoming clear. Death and descruction, Fear in overload. The countries in ruins, Everyone knows. So Loss. It calls to us in the wind. It breaks what we know. However, In the end it leaves for more. It bores holes to be filled with emotion. Hope, love, future. So that I say. That is, Loss. © 2016 CentipedleAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on December 30, 2016 Last Updated on December 30, 2016 AuthorCentipedleApple Valley, CAAboutHi, my name is Pedle as an online handle. Don't be afraid of my username! Note about reading your stuff. I try to review as much as I can if you are on my list below. But the best SURE way to get .. more..Writing
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