HARBORLESS
Curtains drawn prying the world away
Sun is on its voyage downhill
Somber is my humble abode
Dark blue just as the pit of my heart
Hiding in my chest
It pests and does not rest
Like the ornate bugs howling the grounds
Seeking to comfort its undying appetite
The cage of my chest remains hollow and cold
sleepless and scold
Vast against the arctic night
Harborless, unbold
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PoetryI spent most of my life learning how to feel less These days I teach myself to feel more Kill your emotions and you'll die along with them C O M P L E T E D 2016•2018
