are your insides a cave
with hieroglyphics carved on your lungs
and every breath
feels like a mystery
of what happened
or what you will occur
does your sadness drip
from your fingers tips
and quieted words
and downcast eyes
like water
but everyone
seems to be afraid
of getting their feet wet
are you afraid to hurt anymore
to cry
to panic
because you're afraid you'll drive away
the only ones who saw hope in you
do you feel empty inside
because i feel — or don't — your pain.
—empty
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
