Astray

There is a void inside my chest

A hole which keeps expanding.

Not a day passes when I don’t feel it

Consuming me.

The din of which, pains my ears.

I feel dead inside.

The part of me which contained it

Is lost.

The other half fading in the quest of its Doppleganger.

Running around

Calling it’s name

But it never calls back.

It is gone. Gone for good.

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