The Core
The core of my state
Rooted in my sadness
I cannot get up
Trapped by my own devices
I am stuck
Blind-sidedly reaching out
I am not seen
Again
I am not seen.
The core turns
A created vortex
Bringing back the same again
You leave me
Stranded in my created state
You listen
With a nothingness response
Again
A silent reply
The core is not silenced
My heart beats
An ever lowered tune
Lumbered, the hollow shell is carried
And you, seemingly
Immobile
Inaccessible
Paralysed,
Are still.
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