Distant echos,
Resounding fear.
No one to love,
Or hold near.
Desperate ache inside,
Alone I hear the plea.
Hollow throughout,
All there is of me.
Tears do caress,
My forsaken skin.
Memories roll,
To places been.
There is no coming future,
No light to tint this dim.
Lacking a picturesque,
No kiss to end the film.
Melynda Williams
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