empty mind

  • Empty Mind

    If I Were to scatterThese wordsAndUnpile theAlphabetic bonesFrom the grimy recesses of my mindWhat would I find?What secretsAre hidden in plain sight? Each inked fragmentHolds some obscure messageBlurred between the linesBut for tonightI have nothingOnly a scrambled heartA jumbled mindSubmerged in a black seaOf meaningless words. Continue reading

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