Fertile Soil- Portrait of the Artist Young

There is an empty place inside my soul It hurts to breathe A thorn that pricks I bleed The weight of my loneliness crushes the hopes I held in my hands I have nothing left to hold My feelings are old and wrinkled and weary Nothing is new in my life My moments with you are skeletal, brittle, bare Silences slice Thoughts shredded I cannot speak I am here with you but you do not see me Look deeply into my eyes You will see who I am Read the spaces between my phrases You will know Feel beyond yourself You will find me here There is an empty place inside my soul dark and deep Fertile soil good for the planting Needing to be strong Needing to belong It cannot depend on you The truth lives in me I can hear it struggling to be born