empty
this hollow pit inside
nothing else makes me feel whole
climbing out of the trenches i appear in
just for the vines to twist around your legs to pull you in
i can't cut it off
i can't stop it from growing
nothing else makes me feel whole again
every silent cry
is louder in an empty vessel
yet quieter in a crowd of strangers
but it all goes down
to the shallow, empty hollow pit
in you
YOU ARE READING
unsaid thoughts
Poesíaunsaid thoughts is a poetry book entirely written by me and the thoughts running in my head daily. enjoy :)
