Hollow

Hollow is the heart inside my chest,
so still- it beats.
It aches,
with unquenchable desire,
pounding slowly, slowly, slowly.

Shallow is the breath inside my lungs,
so thin-it escapes.
It hastens,
with anxious need,
gasping quickly, quickly, quickly.

Clouded are the thoughts inside my mind,
so messy-they tangle.
They ramble,
with a course unknown,
rushing by and by and by.

Profound is the longing inside my body,
so dense- it cuts.
It scars,
with limitless bounds,
carving deeply, deeply, deeply.
 

Endless is the despair inside my soul,
so void-it haunts.
It lingers,
with infinite intentions,
destroying me
                    me
                         me.

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