A chasm of what did not abide
Silence severed the strings that bound us togetherYou're an empty echo to my hollowed heart
A shadow at the end of the day
A bridge-less gap to the space between
Left feeling cold and confused
With no words to say
A chasm of what did not abide
Silence severed the strings that bound us togetherPoetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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