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Empty
I hate it
Why can't I just be happy?
Totally happy
The definition of pure bliss?
Why must you come
Ruining my life
Killing the point of satisfaction
And then some...
I've got everything
I've got what I need
Everything that would make a girl like me
Soar into clouds, wild, freed.
But this feeling comes again
This feeling that leaves me
Dry, unsatisfied.
Empty.
Of all the good things
Of all my blessings
This one dark Empty...
Creeps into me,
Settles and grows.
And it's this one dark Empty
That doesn't make my cheesy smile
Completely cheesy
This one dark Empty
Mocking me as I suffer.
I want to give this Empty
A name.
Then maybe I could give it
An answer.
But I can't
It's crept into me
Buried it's way into my heart
Forcing me to find the answer
Myself.
A curse
For me to find my thoughts
And turn them outside in
Before it turns from bad to worse.
Even now I feel it
spreading through the cracks of my thoughts with its blank face and hollow soul
its tight grip.
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Note: dated the last day of may 2000.
I was in possession of a rather successful poetry club on Yahoo around this time (The
Poets Gathering). I created it to inspire myself and others, and it turned out to be a
beautiful thing, with terrific members that I can remember till today. I closed it down
mid 2000, I think. This poem was written in the Write Here blank you get when you
start a new thread. I wanted to post a poem and I didn't have a new one to post.
Pretty spontaneous, and I managed to still hit my emotions spot-on.