Eternity Of Nothing
by Lord R.e. Taylor
When the daylight turns black
And the light of a new moon cannot be seen
Whispers begin echoing through the air
Voice of souls trapped in the in-between
Neither are they dead nor are they alive
They call out into the night
Screams of torture and pain
Begging for anyone to help them
But that help never will come
They are long forgotten souls
Not given Heaven or Hell
Just an eternity of nothing
© Poem – VIII/XIX/MMXXIV
LRET
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