Nothing.
Nothing but a void.
A void of a soul.
An empty soul.
That soul stands in a room.
No one to console him.
He is alone.
Alone watching the bright world in his dark prison.
Bright.
Dark.
Here.
There.
But where....
... is here?
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Moments of Writing
Poetrybasically I write here whenever I have a particularly strong emotion, when I'm trying to get into a certain mindset (possibly for a character), or I just have a spontaneous burst of writing inspiration. ⚠️Some things may be triggering for some peop...
