Yesterday I was drowning in emotion
Today I am a desert of nothingness
Who is to say that feeling nothing is better
Yes my face is dry, but my soul empties
Lost without a cause among the abyss
Without my tears to magnify the stars
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through toil and chance
PoetryPoetry for the doers and the dreamers. Poetry for the lovers and the fighters. Poetry for the soul seeker and the self lover. Poetry for the misfits and the outcast. Poetry for the classicist and poetry for the modernist. Pictures featured are not...
