Filled Poem by Maxine NightCourte
Filled
My heart is filled with so much black; I don't know why I must act.
I hate the way I always feel, do they even know that I'm real?
Sometimes I just feel so alone. I wonder if this place is even my home.
I'm so scared of life and love; I tend to seek somewhere above.
But know that God might not be of.
My heart becomes so filled with light when I see your face tonight.
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