Seeing red...

A silent twing that’s deafening confirmation of a single line...empty once again

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The sign of life with no beating heart, questioning, confusion...longing

So I pray, beg, plead...but another month left with empty arms

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A dull ache that doesn’t go away, masked with lost eyes and forced smiles

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“JUST RELAX!” Hallow words that fall on deaf ears of the one living this pain

So I pray, beg, plead...but another month without the joy of fluttering life inside

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“Stress makes it worse”...so I ignore, go on with days filled with things just to pass the time

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But that day encroaches and time starts to slow these thoughts are consuming, yes or no?

So I pray, beg, plead...yet another month I’m left seeing red.