Empty

What is this emptiness I feel?
cast into the day
No one around to lead me home
in times I've gone astray

no one could ever know
the hurt and the pain
each day that passes on
just adds to the strain


every eye begins to look
at the broken life I lead
every person slowly fades
into the emptiness I see


Every try I make, to escape this hole
I seem to slip, for these holes just feel like home
I can't reach out, so instead I'll face the cold
And I will fall again, because I'm empty in my soul

I feel a hunger inside me
a thirst for social grace
to just be accepted once
to have a real face

I could only wish for things
I know will never change
So I hide inside myself
heading to my grave


every eye begins to look
at the broken life I lead
every person slowly fades
into the emptiness I see


And every eye begins to look, too late to change the plan
every time I try to breath, I feel the hold again
And any chance I had, to make myself, better then I am
has fallen off its course, with no one left to take my hand


Every try I make, to escape this hole
I seem to slip, for these holes just feel like home
I can't reach out, so instead I'll face the cold
And I will fall again, because I'm empty in my soul
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Posted: May 2012

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swade777
This sounds like song lyrics.... a very sad and empty message it conveys!!

I'm glad that I'm RICH in the Faith of Knowing the One from whom all REAL HOPE comes!!! No dark holes that feel like home in His Kingdom - for He is LIGHT!!! Try Him, you'll like Him!!! cheers
Odette67
every eye begins to look
at the broken life I lead
every person slowly fades
into the emptiness I see


Here on PC we are never sure if a poets work is fact or fiction... I guess a little of both at times...When I read poems like this... I think...No one could write like this...Unless they have lived it... Or are living it... Never the less... This poem is deeply poingnant. purple heart
jazzy75
Riveting....I couldn't stop reading! I look forward to more of your posts.cool
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