In the depths of my soul, a hollow screams
Not empty, but alive with shadowed dreams.
A void that doesn’t just echo sorrow,
But swallows light, devours tomorrow.
Temporary fixes, broken pills.
Meaning slips like water through my hands,
Grief layers thick like shifting sands.
I beg for peace, a breath, release
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Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 8:21 PM UTC
In the depths of my soul, a hollow screams
Not empty, but alive with shadowed dreams.
A void that doesn’t just echo sorrow,
But swallows light, devours tomorrow.
Temporary fixes, broken pills.
Meaning slips like water through my hands,
Grief layers thick like shifting sands.
I beg for peace, a breath, release
?
draft of another poem I've written called "hollow", i scrapped and went for another draft (the published one) because this draft literally felt hollow. It felt like nothing was behind it.
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