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November 4, 2022October 13, 2022

This place
is no longer a home
I am now a shell
holding
the heavy weight
of emptiness
the sharp sword
of loss
cuts a swathe
across my soul
I am both hollow
and filled with pain
I hear whispers
from the abyss
I won’t surrender
on dark tides
I set myself adrift

© Ann Bagnall

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