Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCXXXIII
Write a short poem about waking up in drunken regret. On this one, winner is decided by likes. Make it brutal. 25 big ones on the line. Go.
Forgotten
I'm searching again in my emptiness
For the place you filled that used to ache.
Somehow I miss the missing I felt,
Because now that I'm drowning in my self-imposed numbness
I'm starting to realize what I fought to forget
Was the love that made me human at all.
Now that it's gone, how did it feel?
I'm searching through my emptiness.
What am I looking for, why was I running?
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