A Pouring heart

Under the state of nowhere
At times, I find myself writing

Violent thoughts and
Happy ones

Flows of words matter not
It’s my heart pouring out

Pen stops
And I wait

For a reason to go on
For my existence to carry on

I am empty
And sometimes so shallow

Like the cup that seems full
Yet it’s not

Vague feelings
And when it’s hard to make out things

I remember to pause
And listen

Because it’s all there in the heart
I just need to hold and
Think hard.


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