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My thoughts echo
throughout my aching
emptiness.
They keep me awake
at night when all is dark
and quiet.
I was happy today
or so I thought, but it was only icing
on a hollow cake.
People have taken pieces
of the essence of me and left an outline
that I can still paint bright colors on top of.
Lately I've felt full to bursting,
nearly happy with the filling I've found
and the colors are brighter and stay longer.
But then the lights go out
and everything goes back to
black and white.
The emptiness glows
in the dark like the new moon
in the night.
You can't reach it
so you can't fill the hole infecting
the entire sky.
I felt warm for a moment,
but tonight again I'll be cold
and empty.