commotion abounds
the sound of dust swirlling in a shaft of lightits rays smashing onto the floor
splashing
covering the walls
in a cacophony of nothing
crashing around my head
full with the weight of thoughts
tasting of sorrow
yet coloured with pain
the apprehension of the day yet to come
and the feeling of loss
over the day that will never be again
like the flickering flame of a candle soon to die
the silence screams
we will never come this way again
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