After Me
Smothered.
Empty.
Blank.
Lonely.
Darkness closes in.
I cry out to an empty sky,
Devoid of stars
As night drops its shades.
I have no time
To stop and chat.
The time ticks by so quickly.
Nothing is after me,
Everything is after me.
I write poetry. Whenever I get around to typing it up, I post it here. Mostly in large batches once every few weeks or so. Enjoy.
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