Man, Without


There is a cold
That seeps through my soul,
It is the cold of a waiting storm.
There is a hole that lies in my heart,
It is the hole of broken dreams.

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Writer | Poet | Insomniac | Wanderer | Photographer I write. I explore. I look through a lens. Writer.In.Progress. Survives on coffee. Eats Poetry for Breakfast.