Voids

It is not the sadness
nor the anger
that is killing me
but rather
this loud emptiness

there’s a silence in me
dying to be heard
rolling, twisting, aching
voiceless bird
singing unheard songs of melancholy

it must be infuriating
to be forgotten
but there is no such thing as fury
when your heart is a rotten
and senseless thing

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