Hollow

The void of loneliness.

Insipid and shallow, is a heart of dust

Rough and tattered, from core to crust

Jagged the wall 

Barbed the base

Rubbed so raw

Crushed by hate

Thorns like frost, nipping the flesh

Flower turned stone, a cumbersome rest

Tormented by lust

Wretched and sour

Filled with mistrust

Every waking hour

Author's Note

A piece of poetry about internal struggle and loneliness. Tell me what you think about and don't forget to review.

Kyle~

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You use a restrictive rhyme...and the feel is hollow like I believe you intended the reader to absorb as one read this verse...getting at the point of which you quote in the Author's note...of struggle and loneliness...

[Sarah Conder]

I like the fast pace and the punchy rhythm of this poem. It feels very defensive, as lonely individuals often are.

[Kyle J. Lawson]

Thanks! :)

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

very interesting poem defiantly kept me reading. Rhyming was great and it was full of depth.

[Kyle J. Lawson]

Thank a you!

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

your a welcome :P

[Sami Khalil]

"Tormented by lust

Wretched and sour

Filled with mistrust

Every waking hour"
You have described those conditions which are very true and relatable wonderfully...Pen on...:)

[Kyle J. Lawson]

Zanks you!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)