The empty spot
It is there in my mind
Like a migraine without the off switch
A home on the edge of the world
Were people come and people go
Never staying for long
Stressed about image
Sweating the little things
Condensed in their drama
Suffering in anxiety
Melting till the bond is broke
Awkwardness of still being there
The dullness grows
The nothing in my brain
Between empathy and apathy
Fighting this urge to say I don’t care
What are you looking for?
An honest integrity
An intelligence that intrigues
Without the manipulation to entrap
Someone brave
Strong enough to heal
And meditate between smiles
Gambling on all in
The storm grows
Darkness on the horizon
The thunder calls
Long and hard
You can feel the electricity
On your skin as the hair rise
No place to run
No place to hide
Standing there facing the storm
As the rain comes down
The light flashes across the sky
Everyone gets there in time
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