Empty Terminal

My heart is like an empty terminal

Sometimes it feels things too deeply

Ruthless and threatening

Tender but deafening

Knowing whether to stay or go

Seeing things for what they do not show

Waiting in line to retrieve my ticket

Constantly missing every minute

It’s like the runway is far too long

I never make it to shore before dawn

If you could walk one day in my shoes

Your shins would be bruised

You would be fragile too

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