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Thrown Away Verses
I pour my soul out in the form of ink,
But it always feels as if my words sink.
I ponder and I crumble,
Paper piles around my chair.
A thousand salty tears litter my hair.
I scribble out words until--
These papers are a uniform color,
A dark void that threatens to envelop me--
Then I grab a new sheet of stationary.
I hurl away pages as if cleaning out the eaves,
And somehow I forget that each time--
A little piece of my soul leaves.
© caspershay
But it always feels as if my words sink.
I ponder and I crumble,
Paper piles around my chair.
A thousand salty tears litter my hair.
I scribble out words until--
These papers are a uniform color,
A dark void that threatens to envelop me--
Then I grab a new sheet of stationary.
I hurl away pages as if cleaning out the eaves,
And somehow I forget that each time--
A little piece of my soul leaves.
© caspershay
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