It frustrates me,
How shallow I've become,
These repeated words,
They feel like vacuum.
Everything oozes,
The void they leak,
All of my words,
A curtain,
Hiding the bleeding.
That's what I've become,
What I've made my words,
They've lost all value,
Ever since I'm their hearth.
Again,
It frustrates me,
How shallow I've become,
These repeated words,
They feel like vacuum.
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Author:
Inkdeep (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Frustrated
- Category: Reflection
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