Empty

I have no idea where this came from. It just came out

Minutes seem like hours

As I stare up into the stars

Shining their light down to Earth

Each one with its own story

 

Days pass in a blur

As I think about my own life

Will it inspire someone to be better?

Or will mine be a grain of sand on a beach?

 

People talk but I don’t hear them

As I drown in the mysteries of this life

Questioning the reason why it had to be me

Why did I have to have this horrible life?

 

Anger boils underneath cold veins

As I look around to see smiles and laughs

Groups of friends huddled together

Telling jokes while I sit alone somewhere

 

Silent screams in my head

As I watch people go through their day

With a care of yesterday or tomorrow

Leaving me to suffocate in my past

 

On the surface of this hurricane

I appear calm and in control

But I’m forced to play my poker face

I’m completely expressionless

 

My heart flares against the cold

As I find some way to feel again

Forcing smiles and laughs

But I still feel empty

Reviews

[Shelby]

Believe me, you're not alone in this terrible feeling. Look at any writer of any worth (Edgar Allen Poe, Sylvia Plath, Hemingway, Oscar Wilde, Langston Hughes, the list goes on and on) and all of their lives were painful, full of loneliness, sorrow, and often harmful vices. But they got the last laugh, didn't they? They were remembered. They will live forever, in a way. Art comes from strong emotion, and, despite the emptiness you express so beautifully, I think you've got enough emotion to create as few happy people can. Your elevated diction and style get this pain across in a beautiful and heart-rending way. Don't forget that life is full of pain, but without that pain, we could never enjoy our happy moments.

[iamkim]

this is a great poem :) in our journey called life, we all have our ups and downs. we may have troubles, we may have done series of mistakes, but what matters most is that we stand up again right after we fall :)