Sound blasting from hole to hole
Searching for any item or object to fill that hole but why?
Trying to numb a thing that can’t be named
That feeling or void
Needing to be filled
Fill it but with what
With whom
Emptiness, that's what i call it
That feeling where you can’t choose between being numb or fearful
Fearful of…..
Trying to un-surround, to become unfamiliar with a 2nd nature to self
Too trusting, left with the fear of exposure
But exposure of what and from whom
???
The fearfulness of being constant in that space
That body
The body of whom you can’t change
You must stay the same
Once done, it’s done
Nowhere to go
No one to turn
Too many chances that you are risking and can’t afford take
Things from your past you can’t take back
Oceans start flowing
At last i say
Idon’twannabeyou
YOU ARE READING
A True Poet At Heart.
PoetryWith love, from me to you. A few words that can make you change your perspective of life. These are actual events, thoughts, and feelings that I am presenting to you. Enjoy 💛
