This Hallow Box Poem by Taya Queens

This hallow pain is not sadness, it is not the feeling of lonesome
But the desire to be more than a frail skeleton of man.
to be more than the bird who dreams of the fresh smell of sky but doesn't for his wings no longer fly.
This hallow pain is for the women who dresses her porcelain doll in silks because the child she wishes to bear will not live to feel the grass between her toes.
This pain is a void in which many try to feel with riches but cannot pay the price for they do not know the currency.
This hallow pain was not meant for all of use but most still carry it blindly.