Empty Pit.

That pit in your stomach,

It never really seems to go away.

 

Trying to find something to cure it,

The ache you want to set astray.

 

But nothing helps.

Just a single white line.

You know you need it,

You'll find time.

 

Its sad, the way the ache controls you.

Feeding off your emotions,

Playing against those you love,

Those you lost,

Those you can't control.

 

You just want them to be normal,

Your normal.

Not theirs.

Their normal is what got you here.

 

And now, you know you feel better.

More absolute, full of power.

Almost as if God wanted you to be this way.

 

Living life as if no one was watching,

Because no one really is.

No one cares what happens.

 

They've abandonned you,

And your weaknesses.

Knowing very well that this

Is the time you need them most.

 

Enabling you to dwell in your thoughts.

Give in to your temptation.

Letting you die, a slow, prolonged death.

Author's Note

I wrote this, like most other poems, with no rules. Just emotion.

Reviews

[Ravenskald]

Its a good piece of work, and as good as I expect from you DF :)
Again you return to the theme that eats at you
presenting things as they are, not as you wish them to be
with no glamour, no excitement
Just a statement of what is

~Raven

[~angelalala~]

"They've abandonned you, And your weaknesses. Knowing very well that this Is the time you need them most" it always seems nobodys around when you need them. beautifully written poem.