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Empty
A void within a human waste
Deeper and darker when lost
A souls fractured and far displaced
A single gleaming line to this
An unrelenting thought to here
One lifeline moving to carefully miss
No longer envious of bright lights
Or green grass gone by
But trapped within anguish of fights
And shadows that grows when fed
My doubt an unfortunate defeat
With such gentle hold I let go, dead
A time that will nit wait for you and I
Firming this void, it grows
Breaking my heart to ponder why
My mind to ready to fail
My heart to out of controll
And to lost within this thing, so pale
Why should I struggle so hard
Fighting against he comfortable darkness
Giving into the invisible scars
I am so far gone, I cannot see
Hearing the murmurs gone
I am so lost, why should I be
It can be so confusing, but
It can be so confusing, but what I found was that I had to find my empiness to fill it up with things of my own choosing, and not someone else's pre-fabrications of what they thought best for me. All in good time.... all in good time.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "