i am empty
maybe i am the black hole
trying to absorb any of your love and finding nothing but empty space
i am a thin plastic grocery sack
i am not unique
i am not special
i am not of real value
to you or anyone else
i am filled to the brim with
not only my shit
but everything you have put on me to hold
in staying and in leaving
i am not built for this
i am tearing and cannot hold this
i cannot be patched because there is
no foundation to sew up
i was never suited to carrying what i have been given
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
