Fevered Mind

A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.

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My days are empty, 

They pass me by,

My nights are hollow, 

You ask me why,

I lost the one, 

Who meant the most,

Now all that is left, 

Are silent ghosts,

Haunting corners, 

Where once they dwelt,

Within my mind,

Their absence felt,

Departed from me, 

O’er fields of green,

To live without them,

I am not so keen,

You ask me then why, 

I sit alone,

My answer is simple, 

I must atone.