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All I Am
these sorrowful ties to emptiness
remind me of this lonliness
and how it feels to be like this
the alien, the odd object
a thing that should not be
a burning heart
from searing heat
a dying soul
without a will
stoned by the villagers
this monster ive become over time
hide my face
hide myself
behind these empty, lonely walls
until i explode
and pray my insides onto them
maybe ill be happy then
maybe fulfilled
maybe i wont be alone
like i am now
all i am now
this is a great poem. you are really talented, or it may just be that i feel the same most the time.