Temporarily fulfilled
Mind distracted for a while
Solving puzzles, building holes
Pain momentarily forgotten
As soon as it's over
Laying in bed once again
The ceiling randomly enticing
As I debate what use I have
In this useless world
Everything so mediocre
No excelling, no failing
Right in the middle, never noticed
And the hollow in my soul expands
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Author:
Azura Nightsong (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: a little piece mildly inspired by a song called The Hollow by A Perfect Circle. Enjoy!
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