As this vacant space
Torn linoleum
Dust
Debris
Exposed wires
Left for no one
Bare boned
Frayed nerves
Skin inside out
Frightened to be touched
I want to fill this hollowness
To drown out the voices
Screaming of doubt
I want to be enough
For the blue and brown eyes
Staring back at me
But I feel
I am always
Falling
Short
~Amber C. Smith (May 2014)
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