Empty inside

Empty inside

 

 

What’s left but a dark cold place,

no feelings to remember.

 

No touch to warm the cold nights,

no whispers to make me sigh.

 

No kiss to know you are there.

No flickering candle to light the way.

 

Not even my self in this place,

this place has no end.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

This is a little depressing, and not like your normal stuff. But well written, nonetheless.

[ron]

Thank you and I'm sorry. Just going through some stuff right now.

[Nusquam Esse]

I am a bit odd, so my impression of this may be a bit strange to you. I actually found this comforting. There is something about an endless horizon to be explored which intrigues me, at first look it seems uniform and devoid, but as your eyes grow accustomed, there is nuanced beauty which thrives there which you would have never noticed with the obvious warmth in life to distract you; it lets us grasp at things which we might have never noticed. Like a stargazer, while the rest of the world is content with the sun. We have no flickering candle to show us the way, and so some might say we wander... but in a place without end, can we truly have a final destination? I dunno... it is hard to explain, but I feel as though the internal emptiness is a beauty to not be ignored, a horizon which while it seems empty can give new discoveries which would have been passed over those little things left upon the wayside, and without even a sense of self you can take in a vastness impossible to normally comprehend. Transcendence which only reveals itself as the self is destroyed. Inspiring!

[ron]

Interesting way of looking at this. Thank you. It does give one something to think about.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Sometimes we wake up and realize that we hardly remember how we got to this place.Sad my friend :)

[ron]

Yes it can hit you hard and fast.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Ahhh hard and fast ummmm. Yes I meant life lol

[ron]

Its ok I understand.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Of course you do :)