Vastness [POETRY]
April 1, 2025
My chest Feels carved My heartBeatingSo far off Stolen by someAttempted love All that remainsResemblesYour nails DivotsMy mindLoves toRevisit For theTextureOf
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Neelam is a junior who enjoys writing poetry and learning about eels. They strive to spread awareness on Tourette syndrome. Through writing, Neelam also advocates for those who can’t advocate for themselves. They also run cross country and play lacrosse
My chest Feels carved My heartBeatingSo far off Stolen by someAttempted love All that remainsResemblesYour nails DivotsMy mindLoves toRevisit For theTextureOf
I am Nothing More Than The accumulation Of The past Forced Into Another Layer Of God Forsaken Reality Forced To
Sometimes One must Look for Pain To realize They are Hurting Now I am Not Implying That These Miseries Are
Every day The sun Shall Set The night Shall Blacken The world Shall Slip Into Nothing Every year Shall Come
The grass Seems To have Frozen Over At places Or perhaps It is a Trick Of the Light The way
My grave Will have Flowers Won’t it? The petals Withering As the Worms Further My peace The constant Rush Swallowed
