At pivotal moments in our life
we always seem to reach for the surreal.
Grasping our greedy fingers at anything
Ultraistic that can remove the burdens
Of our reality.
Tearing through dreams
And nightmares,
While seeking out answers
to prolonged questions.
Why is it we can never see
What's right in front of us?
The answers lie a breadth away.
Just move, move!
An aegis of thought
Trapped in a moment
Waiting to burst.
We become hollow more
And more as the holes
In our hearts widen.
With each inch it grows,
Our minds become a little
More twisted and perverse,
Until we are no longer ourselves.
And as we try to tear away
That madness, we become
Something else all together.
With pieces of it still stuck,
And holes still in our hearts.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
