draft :) cooked ts up in like 30 minutes new to poetry so constructive criticism can be helpful back to the silence of black and blue over and over but still the yearning stays a melancholic drift stumbles through glee and the bleak silhouette of my lightest grey Emptiness. if everything is empty, what is really full would the hue of music fill my soul or do I contain freedom of the mind a glass jar surrounding the breaking point of mankind your thirteenth greatest struggle one thousand reasons why a dwindling spirit, estranged from a lie everything and nothing coexisting like the lake calling back those who never want to d̲13
