Oodles of thoughts deep in my empty pocket,
Verbose I am but void of words;
Like a wild mongoose I chase my thoughts,
Ending up almost nowhere to put it as a picture
The strum of a guitar, or love of a heart
All gushed past me with a cold touch
No, I don’t feel a thousand million knocks inside
Nor the spirit of fear made way through my spine
As if I have plunged into the depth of emptiness
Where even the stones are soft,
As if darkness has crept in when sun is shining with
glory
But silence, silence till my heart sheds tear and eyes
bleed
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