Empty Shell

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Empty Shell

I am a twisted mass of scar tissue
I am a warped manic scattered and disarray
I am a hollow shell of past echos
I am a damaged heart that barely beats
I am a dark tormented soul lost and wandering
I am a fragile flower plucked from the earth stuck in a vase
and left to die
I am years of separation and isolation
On my own alone battling depression and loneliness
I take nothing I give nothing I have become nothing existing as nothing
I am sorry I am not the person you remember from our childhood
I am sorry that you did not see me in better years when I had a sparkle in my eye a smile on my face and dreams in my heart

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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