i cry in the emptiest ways
you're left to soothe the pain
but when you ask in dismay
"why do you cry in vain?"
i don't think i've ever cried that way
my eyes have since forever closed
i feel no envy, no more loathe
sealed from daylight,
and nothing has ever felt so right
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Poetryredefinition; sculpting, acceptance. figuring out which way to go. questioning mortality. new sense of direction. restarting internal insurrections. letting go and standing tall. "in a cave where light cannot be a winding maze of multiple ways to es...
