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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() Emptiness Is an empire of spirit Her kerosene spilled on my sheets I lost my eyeglass in the ensuing flames As it melted I thought of last night’s sunset Maybe the sun will disfigure my memory You saw that house in the distance
I yearn so badly to paint it in the summer I’m not sure why The smell of oil in the walls Reminds me of casual Friday And frozen nightmares Nightingales can’t comprehend my fears Though they try to console me with their songs They don’t see the beauty And terror in my heart When I witness the luminescence And geometric burns Of my stale white sheets A sad, deflated ghost Doesn’t know who to haunt anymore No, I don’t understand the gravity of my situation Just as the moon isn’t aware of it’s glow And my ghost is in chains And the ignorance In the quiet charred remnants The failed curiosity Of my eyeglass Comments are closed.
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