HollowA Poem by foxcryptids
There is a sweet,
hollow sadness sleeping in my chest. It grows when I am still, confusing and kind, it rears its head- reminding me I am never enough, I can never be enough. A talon grip it has, clenching my heart in its greedy fist. Hollowness is a roaring silence, unsure of whether to cry or scream.
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Added on December 4, 2021 Last Updated on December 4, 2021 Author
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