More than empty,
I wait for some kind of feeling
to resurrect me.
My hollowed-out heart
is left aching
to be filled
by some kind of hope.
If I bury my heart in the shallows,
keep it down with a millstone of triviality,
it leaves us wanting, leaves us numb.
Instead I bear the crushing
that hollows my heart .
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