The Chambers: a spoken word poem By John McKinley Pride Jr
This is one of my poems put to spoken word please let me know what you think and thanks so much. “The Chambers” To be empty is one thing To feel empty is on going What can fill this emptiness? If anything; I have learned nothing can Everything is but filler Everything is like a mask To hide the truth; what we could become is just faded with Every aged year that cripples us. Youth is wasted on the youth Who do not relies that there time is now The heart constantly changes and divides into chambers Splits in two and is nothing like the brain It some how forgets wrongs to where the brain will not let you forget Will not let you forget what you are To stay I this mind bog of unforgiving let downs Where do you put this emptiness? You can not put it anywhere It stays empty It stays an abyss of loneliness Trying to keep your head afloat While others float on Has it grabbed your attention yet? Have you seen what avoids the eye of the living? What lights the dark hallways and darkens the corn...
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