empty sentiments overflow,
a hole that can never be replenished.
it threatens to suffocate me,
to drown me from within.
oppressive, unfathomable weights
consume me still.
my resolve diminishes,
relinquishes,
its own discretion becomes my
opposition.
an empty void of emotion
sparks cries of devotion.
it ceases the commotion
& it's progressive motion.
it may be only for a moment,
but i'll bury my detachment,
& desist it's impending attachment.
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Author:
lisztmsv (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is how I feel when I deal with issues, conflicts, & stressful situations. Emotionally I find a way to close myself off to minimize the level of hurt. Over time it's become difficult to come out of when I shut down. It becomes even hard to speak. I really wanted to acknowledge that in myself & write about it. Someone I was talking to had me express this recently & made me realize how trauma can affect people. Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read.
- Category: Sad
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