Pół życia

There’s a gap in my thoughts,
A piece I can’t find,
A loneliness eating away at my mind.

There’s a void in my arms,
A space I can’t fill,
An empty embrace that’s making me ill.

There’s a hole in my heart,
An ache that won’t heal,
A sorrow inside that I can’t help but feel.

There’s a scar in my soul,
A cut far too deep,
This nightmare too real to be kept to my sleep.

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