There is a big hole in my chest
It never gives a rest
Always trying to fill it up
It's like an endless cup
Nothing is enough
It's so very rough
To never have fulfillment
Only to be left with revilement
So I'm left with this void
That keeps me destroyed
Until I find what fills me up inside
I will be stuck on this tide
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Tide (Poems)
PoetryTides are always changing The sun and the moon arranging Beauty and destruction Like a artistic production Its all in the journey of riding the tide of life First place winner at the We are writers awards. Copyrighted,All Rights Reserved
