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Poetry

A collection of a college student's poems, used to explain his emotions when single words do not work.

Hollow

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by Gilmanfrog

by Gilmanfrog

Standing, I am Hollowed.

Standing, and soon swallowed,

by the shallow, murky depths;

The mind's field gone fallow.

And words, which turn to dust,

And words, which I would trust,

to justly explain my thoughts,

the very thoughts they must.

As words begin to fail,

As words which I once hailed,

as nails to keep me stable,

become destructive gales.

As thoughts begin to wander

As thoughts linger longer,

A stronger force will take hold,

And I'm left to ponder.

So please, do not follow

So please, don't get swallowed,

by the shallow, murky depths,

by which I've been Hollowed.