~I’m back peeps! And I’ve got a few poems and stuff scheduled up soon. Yay! =)~
My eyes crack open in the wake of dawn.
I watch the dancing shadows on the ceiling flutter by,
And with a mouthful of words and verses I sigh.
My mind goes silent and my bones go numb.
I hear their thoughts and opinions as they say,
But my own self is empty ; bare, broken and gray.
Words do indeed cut deeper than actions.
For wounds fester faster and deep,
When they’re already inside your sleeve.
Just sometimes I wish you could answer questions with questions.
So I’d throw one at myself when I ask me,
Can an empty self ever be happy?
And I hear my answer echo back,
Can the grass on the ground go blue?
Can the air go green ; the sky above me?
–Megha Bhartiya 💜
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