Maybe if we could run on fumes of persistence and raw emotion
We could succeed despite the driving distance between us
Just as long as our feet keep in motion
I thought the home we built was on the other side
Past the sharp stings, past the harmful pride
But maybe our home is bigger than a destination
What if it's a state of mind reached with strong determination?
Perhaps we're already home but trapped inside a dark room
And our journey is much shorter than we know
All we'd have to do is break the walls open to let the our minds bloom
As we tiptoe past the dragons of doom
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Hollow Mind
PoetryI'm struggling to feel more than numb, They say that time is supposed to heal you but look what it has done. If pain is a void, then I'm completely hollow and undone. Just some random asorted poetry, nothing more than a means of self expression.
