This won't be a poem about a man This is about the self that was lost . Years spent to achieve the emptiness I'm left with, Because yellow is the color of the sun, and I'm the earthly brown which covers corpses, The symbol of a pathetic filthy me emerges in your thoughts, Whilst my caterpillar self, Shall become a butterfly one day !!!
But for now, I'm struggling to find a word that describes the act of swallowing tears