Inner Void

Updated: Apr 8

A hole in my chest, a void in my mind,

Lost in a world that feels unkind.

I chase, and I run, yet fall behind,

My purpose fades, too hard to find.

Working like a dog, no rest, no sleep,

Feeding my life to a promise I keep.

My art is starving, my heart’s not fed,

Dreams are burning while I sit in dread.

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