Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Crowded Emptiness

Crowded Emptiness 2

I sit thinking instead of feeling
Not really living - just half dealing
My pain a fire burning my soul.
Somehow I must let it go.
But how can I among puppets -
Find my old familiar outlet?
With lasers shooting into my brain
How can I write out the pain?
Just a little at a time, with hope
Inside my pen's sorted grope
To release more than is dealt
By the crowded empty hell,
Until the void is filled with care
That is here as well as there.

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