Not Again
My response lingers short-lived.
A shell of something
That was once
Thought out so well.
Rehearsed,
Now half of that,
Not even.
Cut off.
In words.
Inside.
A hole that expanding, collapsing
Me in upon myself.
That is the feeling,
The empty,
And undefined,
That feeling.
That goes.
Without.
Words.
My poems/writings reflect my feelings and anything that inspires me to write the piece. Sharing them on a widescale is a dream of mine, so this is the first step. Enjoy!
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