It rarely happens but when it does, I can't even escape to the refuge of my mind. At these rare moments all I feel is emptiness, just this deep numbing emptiness as if I'm a body with no soul. Just a husk of a human being living in this awake and alive world. Sometimes the emptiness runs so deep it's as if I'm a ghost looking down on an empty carcass. Sometimes the emptiness is so overwhelming that I forget my conscious consciousness. Sometimes the emptiness is so overwhelming that the emptiness is all I am.
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A collection of poems and late night musings
PoetryJust a collection of poetry and late night musings I wrote, mainly to just vent and release feelings that I felt couldn't be explained in anything other than words. Sharing a bit of my grey world view with people, the stuff I write is pretty dark an...
