i feel empty.
always feel empty.
always blank.
talking to myself.
many conversations.
why do i talk?
it is only listening that affirms us.
words need to find the ear womb to
blossom into emotions
and return me my flesh and blood.
i just wanted someone to care for me.
i just wanted someone to hear me
When did that become so hard?
When did i become ugly?
My words needed a world to reside
but there was none.
I was given a desert...
sand flew and laughed at me.
I wanted to live by the brook and sing to the stream
but i got a stagnant sewer
and the putrid smell of decaying dreams.
The stench of failure comes from within me
each breath...reminding me of
the corpse of my dreams lying within me.
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