Business Directory PENHALOING: THE ROUT

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Friday, March 18, 2022

THE ROUT

I lie there lifeless,
With burning eyes.
Feeling empty and numb,
Shuffling through the lies.

Trying to swallow,
The lump in my throat.
I dived in to sink,
But still somehow float.

Trying to scream,
But no sound came out.
Stopped believing, loosing hope,
Still processing my rout.

I let the tremors of pain,
Run through me.
As I now emerge with,
A more sorrowful stream.

~the_penhaloer