Bleaching Emptiness
Think:

of a room
desolate, empty
Silence
fills the halls
and seems to echo throughout
Light reflecting from bare walls
is blinding
and it leaves a feeling of loneliness,
bleaching my eyes

Shards of me lie on the floor
Meaningless, insignificant
so limp and helpless
The very essence of life
is broken
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