Empty Chest

I write to see my imagination, my imagination runs with no legs

The legs are like the heart to my spirit, My spirit is lost laying on the long road that i've  walked  and pray to never see again

Therefore I will never find myself while my weight sheds and my stress builds support to my head

My mind powers itself with thoughts I think would save me from living a life with no soul and happiness i wish to mend

My heart crumbles with emptiness like a hungry stomach or a balloon filled with just air

I look around and see that i'm the only apple on a tree that grows pears 

Looking forward to a good day that may fill my life with despair, My eyes never sob like huge waterfalls because I know life isn't fair...

The End

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