Empty

Empty. 
I feel empty. Most of the time,
My mind is completey filled with smoke.
I can't think.

The urge to be stuck in this emptiness
Is overwhelming. 
To be empty forever, forever. 
I'd go away if I could.

Leave it all behind, change myself.
Change myself in everyway! 
A ghostly chill slids across my skin,

Am I living? Am I dead? 
Who is to say? 
I so desperately want to be okay.
Though that isn't my fate.

Deep inside the pit of my stomach,
A ball begins to take form. 
I feel homesick..ha!

Homesick, homesick for a home,
That isnt even real. 
There is something else...
This...ugh! this...

I can't say...I won't. 
For now... 
Suffocating, dying. Slowly, painfully.

Reviews

[Brian Kraklau]

this poem was an amazing read. it feels like a toss in the chaos of indecision and uncertainty. i look forward to reading more..