"Hollow"

a short poem I wrote on a taco bell napkin.

At the very center of our existence, there is an emptiness.

Like an echoing cavern.
Like a beating drum.
Like the stomachs of starving children.

and so we drink, 

and we pray, 

and we f**k,

and we write,

and we ask ourselves...

 

"when will my hollow, hungry heart, be satisfied?"

Reviews

[Matt Sayer]

Our appetites are endless, our hunger for fulfillment insatiable. We search for something to claim as our own, something to give meaning to the cycle of perpetual decay that shrouds our existence. Will we ever fill the desolate void inside us?

Great poem, exuding truth. :)

[Ceej]

Thanks man, you hit the nail right on the head!

[sonnie ibadah]

i remember reading somewhere
"what i ask for is unreasonable;- that life shall have a meaning...
what i strive for is impossible;- that life shall acquire a meaning..." it's from the hollowness inside that we struggle to look for a purpose in our lives and in the process we just lose ourselves, the struggles are necessary, but eventually meaningless. your poem is thought-provoking, i like it!

[Trace]

My one thought was: were you drinking, praying, f*****g and writing at the same time at taco bell¿
Interesting thoughts here. Trace

[Coyote Poetry]

Most if us won't know true happiness. We have lived for the wrong things and cannot find our way back to youth and hope. The hollow part of us is like a cancer. Can steal from what we truly need. A very good poem. You made me think this early morning.
Coyote

[Justine]

I just love that opening line - quite dramatic ! I agree with it, especially how we start to fill it with people, places, possessions, memories. "The stomachs of starving children" is a powerful and pitiful image, a sad indictment on what we have become perhaps. What follows is a parody of our hypocritical existence. I like poetry that is challenging and this was excellent.

[Bob Sherunkle]

My feeling's exactly! My kinda poem.Well written and t0 the point.