Young Writers Society

The pain that exist in the empty chamber of your heart.
The days are years that move with haste,yet the pain is still fresh as the cold wind across your face.
You're told it will alleviate over time.
As if it were water that fills and spills over the sides.
A new stage becomes.
Emotions overwhelm,your body quivers, muscles tense and pulse as you gasp for that breath of air that you hope will take away your pain and drag it in the wind.
A cold chill sent up your spine.
While a moment of absence passes your mind.
Reality is not far behind.
A gentle Touch and an endless hug, never fill that pain for it is love.