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Though this poem sounds reminiscent to my short story, The Hollow Voice, it is not, in any way, related to the short story. I just did this as...well, an autobiography to myself...In a way.


Submitted:Jul 22, 2008    Reads: 101    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


Hollow,
Very hollow.

A dark,
Mysterious place,
Devoid of life.

Nothing that has been seen before.

What is this place?
Why is it here?
Is it just a realm?
A realm of darkness.

That must be it.
It's hollow, like my soul.
This, yes this, must be my soul.

My cruel, empty, soul.
My hollow soul,
Is very empty.

Devoid,
Of life.





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