Self

I am hollow
Space
Void of strength to save my soul
Filled, with
words I have not written
Images I have not taken
Places perhaps I’ll never see
Medicated with
Activity lacking intention
Aggression lacking passion
The waste products of convenience
That my chest would mercifully cave under pressure
Yet
Here I stand
Marveled contradiction
Dreamer of worlds beyond imagining
Prisoner of myself
-EJoveJohnson

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