In My Solitude

A Life Without Passion
By Cecilie Davis Carter

Without Passion
Life stands still
Nothing to fulfill
Absent
Stagnant

Without Passion
Dreams don’t exist
Nights of emptiness
Gloomy
Hollow

Without Passion
Love passes by
Blind in both eyes
Lonely
Cold

Without Passion
There is no desire
No fire
Dry
Brittle

Without Passion
Affection is grey
Darkness is the day
No light
No fight

To be Without Passion
Is to be without life

LIVE
LAUGH
LOVE
PASSIONATLEY