EMPTINESSA Poem by Willard WellsThere is no pain. There is no suffering. The body a temple. Treated with respect. But all I give for myself, Means nothing As the hollow emptiness Fills my soul. Overtaking my mind. Sitting in this emptiness Looking for the light. Which goes dimmer by the hour. © 2019 Willard Wells |
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Added on September 30, 2019 Last Updated on September 30, 2019 AuthorWillard WellsSacramento, CAAboutPhotography and words are my activities to try and keep an over active mind under control. For the most part my pieces have been short since that's how I'm wired. I would like to write something longe.. more..Writing
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