poetry

Empty

There’s more to the soul

Than meets the eye

Nothing is ever whole

Nothing is ever high

The empty feeling inside

Of cold words remain

Go somewhere and hide

Or you’ll go insane

There’s everything you need

Yet the echo of space

Makes you realize the need

That positivity is a race

A race to achieve

Of an endless battle

Of the times we grieve

Of traumas that rattle

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