Boundless VoidA Poem by Kate HThis piece is still unfinished and I've added bits and pieces over the period of about 2 months. Unsure where to go from here. So, your suggestions, reviews and comments are welcomed and appreciated.
In every wake awakened, an aimless pattern - this life is getting old.
A hollow mass I've barely filled. Fortune does not favor the bold. Praying for forgiveness before turning in at night...an opportunity, a chance to make things right. Once a life was in the palm of a hand, seeming to be held... with realization of happenings and events, again it's fulfillment failed. A boundless void more painful than any eye can see. Yearning for the intended placement that now, only used to be. © 2016 Kate H |
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Added on August 20, 2016 Last Updated on August 20, 2016 AuthorKate HVincent, ALAboutI'm the mother of the two best, most precious, rewarding things that could have ever happened to or been bestowed upon me and/or my entire existence. I adore my kids and since becoming a mother, I kno.. more..Writing
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