A poetic journey through my mind

Hole of Me

Empty rooms
echo in my mind,
nursery ahead,
home behind.

Here I sit,
trapped between,
Sifting echoes
for something to mean.

A dead end shoot
of a thorny tree,
this clown, this dog,
this hole, this me.

Talk to me, people! ;)

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