Empty
Complete overwhelm
Fully involved
Only one sound
The rest, dissolved
You may see my face
Brush next to my skin
A shell, taking space
Still hollow, within
Pardon the chill
And lack of spirit
To follow your spiel
I didn’t hear it
See, I am not here
But worlds away
My biggest fear
Is, gone, I’ll stay
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2020
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