EMPTINESS

EMPTINESS

A Poem by Willard Wells

 

There is no pain.

There is no suffering.

The body a temple.

Treated with respect.

 

But all I give for myself,

Means nothing

As the hollow emptiness

Fills my soul.

Overtaking my mind.

 

Sitting in this emptiness

Looking for the light.

Which goes dimmer by the hour.

© 2019 Willard Wells


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Added on September 30, 2019
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Willard Wells
Willard Wells

Sacramento, CA



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Photography and words are my activities to try and keep an over active mind under control. For the most part my pieces have been short since that's how I'm wired. I would like to write something longe.. more..

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