This void has no face, no shape of its form
An absence, a lack, a perpetual storm.
One tries to replenish what can't be replaced
Chasing vain shadows, the self disembraced.
Yet all is fleeting in this game we play
The void reappears when comforts fade away
Only by facing what we avoid to see
Can true peace be found, true self be free.
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JPG | 4286x6000 | MissMojo | 2024 | AI, Digital editing and painting
