Lately
I’m feeling empty
Feeling hollow
Incomplete
I cannot pin it
Insecurity?
Longing?
A lack of completion
For what is me
And what I am?
I am unsure
About everything
About what I planned
To bring me happiness
And what’s left me feeling
Empty
Is this the stage between?
The one I must surpass
Like a hero in the making
I prove myself
But perhaps the trophy
In my sights
Is one that’s glimmer
Surpasses its worth
And it’s just a hollow cup
Just an empty cup.
Lately I’m feeling empty
Lately I’m feeling low
Is it the holidays?
Have they caught up with me?
Is it this painful lurch of
This is real?
I cannot pin it
And am reluctant to find the time
Or to speak about it
To spew about it
So I sit
And type
And try to sort out this mess of
Emptiness
And I’m left feeling
Empty
Feeling hollow
Feeling as though all I have are these lines
And the faint furrow of my brow
And in my gut
I’m empty.
.me.
