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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1944014
A brief description of emptiness.
My eyes never completely wake up.

Always in a distant, blank stare.

Always tired - a constant fuzz.

I don't think they are ever fully aware.



My eyes are tired and exhausted.

They appear empty and red.

It's the never-ending race in my head.

That causes me to toss in my bed.



How do I turn this off?

Just some rest would be nice

With these bags under my eyes

there no doubt I can twist this vice.







This is now my way

If I could go back I would

Just to say a few more words

Before everything was taken away



These words were written

while I felt nothing

I forced this stuff on the page

Yes, this is happening.



When something is forced,

such as these words that you see

It never works out or at the very least

it's never as beautiful as it could be



Why would I even hit "enter" twice;

after just talking about how this is forced?

It's not like this is a melody or song;

and I need to end with the powerful chorus.



This is nothing more than an attempt

to portray something I can't explain.

I've tried for days, weeks and months.

Emotional gain turns to physical pain.

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