Blank

A blank stare,

something is not there.

Black all around,

there is no light to be found.

Cold and damp,

the air all around.

Taste and smell,

is something that

the mind cannot always tell.

The soul trapped in yearning,

but the heart still keeps burning.

Ears ringing,

from the sound still singing.

A mind trapped in thoughts,

until the time when the thoughts

melt away and it is a brand new day.

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