Empty days

These are the empty daysWhen the silence between the sentencesIs overwhelming. The barrenness of my lifeComes into full view.I am ashamedOf how little I have left. Devoid of the sparkleThat others say they see,How could they knowI’m only pinning up my broken smile? The silence is consumingReminding me of what I have lost.Filling cups withContinue reading “Empty days”