If I were to
Listen to my
Heartbeat
I would have to
Unplug and
Hear the constant
Cacophony
Of self-validation;
I am!
It beats out
On the furious drum
That is my heart
And it echoes
In the confines of
What I thought to be
A hollow chest
Containing nothing
But hopelessness
And worthlessness.
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Pushin' Up Daisies
PoetryA collection of pêle-mêle poetry that have been compiled from various emotional states and thoughts. It may be depressing, odd, horrifying, whimsical or joyful but it is all up to the reader to determine whether it is worth reading. Unlike it's cou...
