VOID

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: This One's For The Outcasts


A lament on the inner self getting hollow with time off all the pain it contains.


From songs of joy to rhymes of sorrow.
From savored past to fascinating 'morrow.
Eyes sparkle, glitter, smiling in innocence.
That's the moment from time I seek to borrow.
 
Moments to behold, a time to cherish.
Immortal sensation from minutes that perish.
Perishing parts of a turbulent heart.
Drawn out, reflected inscribed 'fore they vanish.
 
Scribbles into words, drawn into art.
Endlessly flowing with a ticking quart.
Fed as ink eternal into a transient nib,
Heartfelt from a bleeding void in my heart.
 
A void in life, a void filling life,
Eating it from within the Doveheart.


Submitted: February 12, 2018

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