Empty

The dark recesses of the soul revealed...

Sky revealing

   An ominous shade of grey

Seeming oddly appealing

  Behold, another lonely day

Insecurity, damage

  And indecision

Only things I can manage

  With exacting precision

My chalice is full

  Of hatred and lies

My cup overflows

  With things I despise

Aspirations and dreams

  All end up in smoke

Finding and end to the means

  In this treacherous joke

Empty and bitter

  Reaping what is sewn

Afflicted, and not getting better

  For this empty chasm has grown

Striving for tranquility

  The worlds biggest fake

Arriving in iniquity

   As God's only mistake

Outside...

   Another sunny day

Inside...

   A will without a way

Hiding beneath

   A myriad of laughter

Failing to accept

   There is a life hereafter

Sick and twisted

   Beaten and torn

Blistered, and wishing

   I had never been born

All things important

   Gone so far away

Emotionally bankrupt

   Behold, another dreary day

My own private world

   Of self hate and isolation

Has introduced death

   As life's greatest temptation

Once believing

   In the good lords magic

Now no faith deceiving

   Yet only the tragic

For the first time in life

   Death has become real

Spirit fleeing the strife

   Only departure ,I feel

The fat lady is singing

    The final curtain call

No longer to life clinging

     Good riddance to all...

 

Reviews

[rottinghexgrl]

One thing I love about this is they way every other line rhymes. This poem is REAL and I really enjoyed reading it.

[timthy]

thank you so much...I try to write as much from the heart and places most fear to tread. It is almost therapeutic. Thanks again!