The sounds of emptiness.

The sounds of emptiness.

When love died,

the music stopped,

scarred thoughts lived

on each turn;

the hands of time

tormenting, echoing

the hollowness of

tick, tock, tick, tock, tick......

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Well ... you know I relate with this one. Waiting for the return of a loved one is indeed clock watching:):):)

[andrew mitchell]

indeed it is pryde, thank you for your lovely words.