The Pressure of Glass
Author: SageSpot
Filed in: awake, empty, despairI lay awake as always
Surrounded by my nothingness
Empty of all emotion
A half salvaged vessel on the sand.
Why can I not weep?
Moments of despair
Along the owls wings.
Bullfights in my mind.
Languages I know nothing of
Strangers who no longer seem
Interested in my forms.
Devoid of all hope
Devalued of all worth
There is nothing now
Nothing to write of
I am alone in this despair
A goddess wrenched situation
And no one hears my cries.
Garbled and conscious
I am void of all things
Once kept in secret trust.
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