There has been a death of sorts in my life.
The spirit is gone but the body lives on,
Taking up residence in the corner of the room,
Making coffee in the kitchen and sleeping in the bed.
Though the body is present,
The essence is missing,
It leaves an empty lonely void in my life that cannot be filled.
The days feel robotic,
And the nights lend no escape from the torment that is left.
They say the spirit will return,
But I fear it has awakened a truth that can no longer be denied.
The spirit is gone and I am now alone,
With only fantasy to fill the lonely hours that stretches out before me.
Photo by Lilly Schelling © 2015
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