Poetry: The Nothingness

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Silence is the loudest part in my head.
Holding onto the bewildering fever dreams,
Waking up with restless faith.
I crawl, I cry, I soar, I sank.

Lord, I scream to the nothingness:
Make me as your canvas; painted with love and lust,
I am willing to die in this imperfection.

But for some reasons
You are not here;
And I am in the middle of Nowhere.

February 22, 2022.

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