reagentA photographer of thoughts, painting pi
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by reagent

I'm not myself,

And cannot ever be again,

I'm my own emptiness,

Trying to fill my own emptiness

With paintings from man made eyes

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This is a shameless cliche.

7 months agoReply
In the end the only person who will always be there for you is You and if we can't at least learn to like ourselves we have nothing nice poem

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
7 months agoReply
This was darkly haunting. Your writing drudged up images of cold and loneliness. The writing was compelling and beautiful. Great poem!!!!!!