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poetry by the lake

friday aug 29 2024


sitting here, run over by emotions

that feel neither mine nor unowned

i’m left with this bitter feeling inside

this gruelling creature that bubbles

wanting to escape

to break through

the pores of my skin

but my skin is too thick

he stays anchored like these boats in the harbour

as people pass that will remain anonymous

so too will this creature remained unnamed

untamed

for this sickening feeling

somehow also feels like home

the only thing i’ve known

in the distance planes land and take off

next week i’ll be on one similar

maybe bigger or smaller

surrounded by the same unrecognizable faces

taking us to a foreign land

only to find that i cannot escape who i am

someone who has sought validation

my entire life

only to be left empty

but at least i’ve now recognized

this cup will forever stay empty

if it is not filled with my own hands



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