I haven't been on here in forever, so here's this poem I call "The White Hole Theory"
In my life,
Within my eyes.
I am inside a fault,
Despite my rise.
The plates will shift,
All I can do is slip.
My shadow began to bleed,
As I was told my needs.
They may warn,
One does not heed.
For one,
Change is Pyrrhic.
There's nothing in this globe,
Yet it's infinitely spherical.
Truth always strikes,
Each one is a scar.
Listening is what nobody likes,
No matter what can help.
Distancing is comfort,
Yet it's always pain.
Once a wave comes,
None can stop the rain.
Stale face,
Mind created a stalemate.
A soft core can't last,
To harden, needs to collapse.
Look at me now,
In the storm, wails I'll howl.
(Hopefully I can be active here again)
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