The Emptiness

A moment spent filling the void

The Emptiness

In us all is that place of emptiness

A desire unfulfilled

I was less aware of it then I was to busies

And took little note of it

But it was always there, empty

Making me feel it's weight of it's need

Some times I filled it with a glass of beer

Or a romantic moment of passion

A deep endeavor in to the game of word play

Chasing some feeling or idea

Like the one before me now

At one time she held my hand and filled my heart

She made me more than the man I was

Passion filled my world and drove me ahead

The music was sweet and flowed into an empty cup

I took no mind of the drops that laid upon ground

There was plenty more, where that came from

Many days and nights went by

And as it is with all things

This to will pass

Now I stand alone embracing no one

Holding my own, but facing that emptiness again

The sadness surrounds me and creeps into all I do

Some times in pitiful attempt to fill the void

I find a spark of hope

A bright light in a poorly lighten room

My heart rises and my emotions saw

Maybe I shouldn't totter my self

Keep my eyes on the road ahead

And leave the pass where it belongs

Done and gone

But the words creep in to my mind

And longing for the touch I knew so well

So I have that drink and perhaps to much

And find some peace in a night of dreams

I sit and drink that first cup of coffee

Dark and sweet and smelling rich

Getting ready to face another day

By Joseph M. Shea

Author's Note

I beleave evry one should be passion in thier lives, a love, a song, some words that touch. Tell me what you desire, Joe

Reviews

[RobbedByGreed]

This piece is beautiful. However, there are some grammar errors, which I am sure James Hana-Magill pointed out.

Nevertheless, you point out well how people will drown themselves in search of an answer to the ultimate question of life. In search of truth and love a person will reach out in the wrong direction and be blinded to the merciful hand extended to them.
It is a saddening reality that repeats itself over and over without an end.

Well done.

You express emotions very well!


---RbG

[Joseph M. Shea]

Thank you, RbG. I've been thinking about the subject for some time. The feeling is one thing, but what to do with it?Mmmmmmmmm.

[A. Amos]

This is true piece of art, neatly crafted definitely will be connecting with millions of people around the world. In these words one can feel song of his own soul, you my friend created a epic and magnum-opus.
Thank you for sharing...

[captain]

A beautiful work, very emotional. I see indulgence into substance though you've realized it in the end that the past is long gone, it still haunts you. But the hopeful end is something to look up to: "ready to face another day" - a positive outlook!
Great work sir!

[Joseph M. Shea]

Thank you, Captain, I try to be honest in my writing. I'm no surper man. But you hit on something when you said eacape. I very much enjoy casing a line more than a bottle. But a few beers from time to time is OK. There seem to be a theme to my work and as I write more and more , I find words coming up all the time and another is one of them. I'm always looking and trying to make the most of what ever time I have. Take care and thanks for your reveiw and words, Joe

[captain]

When you say from time to time then you become reliant on it. For myself I try to avoid it to limit it to a sometimes. Because when you take it every day, the effect of the substance becomes ineffective ending up to taking more than you limit yourself. But then again that’s just my observation on it, and also we are just human – we rise as we fall then we rise up again because we learned each time we fall. Your most welcome sir, I enjoyed your work.

[Joseph M. Shea]

Thank you Capton, I do think about it and try to keep some sence of sobber thinking. Thanks for your input, Joe

[LJW]

I live one town over from you. I lived in your town for 20 years. Before that, I lived in the town just over the border on your left hand side.

It's a small world in many ways. We all want love, or to recapture an old love.

[Mockingbird]

it's easy to start feeling sorry for myself when things don't go my way. there is optimism in this poem when you say you drink your coffee and face another day. that is very motivating. thanks.

[Joseph M. Shea]

Thank You, Markingbird, I red some of your writings and I though, You had a uneek style and a personal aproch to the way you exspressed your self. We tent to take are selfs way to sceresly, better have a laugh on me. Please exscuse the spelling, But I hope you get my meaning, Thanks Joe

[James Hanna-Magill]

Dear Joseph M. Shea,

Sometimes it takes me several reads to get a piece.

I got you in one.

I could critique bits of your grammar. I am a linguist. It has flaws. You want me to point them out via private mail, I shall.

I am not prepared to do so in this forum.

That would be like saying the 'Venus de Milo' (Aphrodite) in the Louvre in Paris is missing two arms, in front of tourists who haven't asked where they went!

We are all in search of the meaning of life. You say it well.

Sometimes we need someone to give it to us ; an important other.

Sometimes we need to write, to read, to grasp a concept to feel we mean something; anything.

Sometimes like the Existentialists, life has no purpose other than the one we give it. So go do something worthwhile.

Sometimes religion will give us a meaning in life because there is an after one.

But then sometimes when all alone with our own thoughts, as you eloquently put it, either it is a coffee in the morning or hitting the bottle at night or anytime in between that cuts it.

I admire your honesty.

Your poetry in prose.

Read some of my stuff if you get sufficeinetly bored or drunk. It won't give your life a meaning, but in it you will find the cigarette smoking, caffeine and 40% proof realist. Try 'The Lightness of Choux Pastry,' mine on here. It's the satirical view.

As Leoard Cohen put it (I paraphrase) "I have studied all the philosophies and theologies but cheerfulness keeps breaking through"

Good writing, in my impoverished view, such as it is.

But I like what I like and I like you.

Kindest regards

James Hanna-Magill

[Sami Khalil]

Now I stand alone embracing no one

Holding my own, but facing that emptiness again

The sadness surrounds me and creeps into all I do

Some times in pitiful attempt to fill the void

I find a spark of hope
My favorite lines in this great poem...:)

[Joseph M. Shea]

Thank You for your wonderful comment on this poam. I hope it h your help you feel better about your self and know there are people who really care. Thanks again. Take care, Joe

[Sami Khalil]

It really does. Thank you for sharing...:)