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* Pile Of Nothing *
all of my skin is covered
with scars and bruises all
the way from my head to my toes
as the blood continues to flow
my tears roll down my face
like rivers of blood as
they stain everything with just
one touch my bones crumble and fall to the floor
a pool of nothing is what remains left of me .
* This poem is all mine *
A fountain of feelings. That is how I felt it and that is why I like it.
Well I see what you mean as something of the sort can leave us in the state of emptiness and numb all over. Like they say, when the going gets tough, the tough gets going. Life continues. Well described....