Firethorn's Den

Bullet Bullet

my brain is humming anxiously
generating the sporadic waves
of nauseated feeling inside of me
as if waiting for the passing of
the digestion of unheard praises

but I can't seem to open my mouth
to cry out a plea; for it's hard
to reveal the need I seek, like
words of acceptance or recognition
in order to feed my starving ego

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