it's not hollow like they say.
But heavy where I lay.
I cannot move.
I cannot breathe.
I must stay, not leave.

itís not hollow but weighs a ton
I lay here till itís done
I cannot see
And again, I cannot breathe
So, I wait, and grind my teeth,
Patiently still, to take my leave.

itís not like a gun,
Bang Boom then itís done,
but a melon baller scraping pressing at my core
Like someone knocking down my door.
Full force, heavy not hollow
For a long, moment,
But after the movement
its empty,
scraped and gouged once more

i am nothing, empty, with that weight still in me
the obtrusion of my day to day at its core
at my door, tapping ever so, to tell me once more
ďi must stayĒ
For its heavy not hollow
it canít move
it canít breathe
so, i shall not dare to leave.
Written by JetNikolai
Author's Note
Wrote this a while back and found it while going through some sketchbooks
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