1:20am - Midnight Warrior Writers: Quarantine Edition

Emptiness - this hollow shell. 

Fuel ignited, contained deep within this hell.

Yearning - a burning I cannot escape;

One lousy kiss, and it's a sealed fate. 

Love - passions driven mad.

A raging inferno rising beyond - 

Pitched under this immense heat, 

Escape is a price all too steep. 

Give me water, or room to draw breath, 

Just one moment to clear my head. 

But in your arms, I feel it grow -

An apathy that's beginning to show. 

Distain against the place you call home.

Emptiness, eveloped in reductive energy -

Fanning the dying embers candidly. 

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

A poem wrought with feeling and churning emotions. Quite enjoyable to read. A fine example of writing in the wee after midnight hours. Thanks for sharing.

[Brandon]

Hey, thanks so much for the kind words! I appreciate you for taking a second to check out this piece!

[Red Brick Keshner]

You are most welcome, Brandon. Cheers.