there's a melancholic sound in my empty chest
that's exhausting itself with every heavy beat, the space around my heart filled with remorseful
silence except for that lone, determined rhythm;
as if grasping onto a lifeline that even i cannot see; as if a fleshy organ knows me better than i do. i
take a few breaths in, trying so desperately to fight the hollowness of the eerie yet blank darkness; a black hole that has already sucked all happiness away from me. i can't fight it and i don't know
how long i can keep on trying to beat back the
heaviness of my heart pulling me down under.
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venus springs
Poetrypieces of my scattered, unfiltered thoughts mostly written during the darkest parts of the night. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #104 in poetry #25 in poetic
