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Completion
by Miguel A. Usher
Sitting here, closing my eyes,
I can remember the void once in me.
Despair not from ever not having,
But a sadness over something missing.
Tears would sometimes fill my eyes,
But for strength the river never ran.
Bottled up inside
A misery, a gloom... melancholy just loomed.
It is so strange how a cup is filled,
That shape, an empty vessel being devoured.
A gift of life,
Replacing the emptiness of nothing
Misery no more!!
As water overflows this vessel.
Happiness is drenched
For the missing has been found.
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