blank spaces
I loathe their emptiness -
how they are full of endless possibility and vast nothingness,
a clean slate, a dreadful void,
polarizing opposites belonging as one -
a purgatory between wholeness and desolation
I am the place where thoughts cluster, emotions appear and abandon -
a suffocating hole with walls caving in, light dissipating, silent prayers whispered in the dark:
I wish for potential,
for repentance,
for the creation of wonderful, beautiful things
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The Anatomy of Wreckage
Poetrya collection of poetry and prose that focuses on dissecting the ruined parts of me. this collection is unorganized and unstructured as it is ongoing.
