I feel a draining
Like the air lost its content
Empty places, drawn out spaces
And all desire is wanton
Me alone, this empty creature
Fell into the sea (of fire)
Deviations, obligations
And who I’m supposed to be (desire)
Too much time dreaming
Insufficient action
But if we roll up our sleeves
Will we be rolling up our hearts?
Depends on how we wear them
Curled up inside with pink little bows?
Or open and bare, ready to be unwrapped?
We are the vulnerable
I’ve decided to risk it
Does this action come from courage?
No, I tell you
I’m just a bored nihilist
Ready and willing, come tear me down
Take a look, then tell of what you’ve found
Spin out the twine, unravel the soul
Both order and chaos, my friend and my foe
Please just let me feel something
On this swiftly passing day
Then I’ll die and then I’ll rest
After I’ve found my way
You go, Shane! I like your poem!
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Thank you!
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This is great, so many subversive tones.
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Thanks!
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Fire 🔥
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