Sunday, January 31, 2010

My name is...

It is quite now
Nothing is to be heard
Yet the beat of my heart is pounding
It is the only sound my gentle ears can hear
My heart feels empty
My soul feels empty
I am empty
My name is EMPTY
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2 comments:

  1. aznbabesszJanuary 31, 2010 at 4:25 PM

    That was poetic... I like it. You're a great writer :) I admire you for putting your heart into your work like this.

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  2. Master of PuppetsFebruary 5, 2010 at 10:28 AM

    Poetic, yet giving tantalizing hints of the inner shadow. Impressively written, and easy to empathize with.

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