to be hollow

how does it feel
to be hollow
and barren
and broken apart

its a mile long journey
on a dry river bed

the river was once
now its a play between the scorpions and the grass
the heat and the thirst
the pain and the heart
the empty boat and the broken bridge

i pray i hope
we wither we sleep
we live we burn
awakeness deserts this
lonely mirage
we slumber on
in this normalcy
where is my insanity
where is my smile
where is my art

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