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Illustration by @luciesalgado
Vacant eyes
Betraying no story,;
Unmoving lips
Telling no tales;
Guarded heart
Holding void;
Closed ears
Oblivious to the noise;
Jammed mind
Containing the traffic of transitory thoughts.
And yet you ask how I am
I know not.
I drag myself through the day
Carrying this emptiness
Of thought
Of intention
Of paths
as black and vast as the sky.
I feel its weight
stiffling me
in the most subtle ways
unknown to all
but me.
You ask again how I am
I know not.
I am not broken pastels
Nor I am a scarred heart.
I feel no pain
I feel no regrets
I feel no appetite for desires
Worst of all,
I feel empty.
Today, I am no galaxy of stars
or a valley of fragrant flowers.
I am a piece
of flesh and bones,
and a heart
Empty enough to fill the pages with poetry.
Do you look at trees, plants, sky and sentient beings other than humans? Like really look at them?
80This poetry talks about how I am consciously building myself into someone I want to be.
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Updated on October 27, 2017
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