Hollow

Like a ghost unseen,
a faceless name,
I watch all the players
of this tiring game

There are no instructions
no rules and no boards
nobody wins,
nobody scores

The empty smiles
and careful blushing,
the solemn attention
to vapid discussions

It's filling your "empty"
with a tiring fixation
on finding through others
your own validation

But to make you happy,
it is far from ideal
I can sure understand
but it's nothing I feel

Reviews

[Sam]

Beautiful I loved it
It is strikingly similar to how I am.
*goosebumps*

[Gaia Octavia]

Thank you kindly ☺

[James]

Wow, this is really a beautiful poem, I liked it a lot. There is a lot going on here, The game of life and a the search for "validation". The speaker here seems to be almost rebuking us for it, perhaps tired of constantly feeling like they are taking care of everyone else's emotions; tired of being the shoulder everyone cries on.

But, that's just what I see when I read it. Amazing writing. Thanks.

[Gaia Octavia]

Thank you very much. I always like to hear what others take away from my poems ☺

[V]

One of the rare well-written rhyming pieces in this community. I particularly like the stanza before the last one.

[Gaia Octavia]

Thanks a bunch ☺

[V]

You're welcome.

[charlie]

It's thoroughly amazing how many "adults" still need their food chewed for them - I really like the final two lines in this piece. Unapologetic and earnest, it draws a distinction between what might be sympathy and empathy. The protagonist might be finding the strength in their own god given legs - inside and out.

Nice work, as always.

[Gaia Octavia]

Thank you very much, as always ☺

[Zugzwang]

Ah, yes...I love the disillusioned tone of this piece.
The 'love game' is just that. I overhear more banal, trite disgorgings posing as discussions than I'd care to admit.
Let them stew in their own ignorance, I say. Or:
We must annihilate them.
MMMMMwwwwahahahaha.

[Gaia Octavia]

I'm down! I am totally going to wear a cape.

[Zugzwang]

OK, Don't forget the eyemask...And black is the new (insert popular colour).
So, yahh, I'm totes for going all neanderthal and stuff (hair flick).

[Gaia Octavia]

It's the hair flick that sold it.