Empty ---

04/11/2017

 

Empty ---

 

A long road ahead of me,

And thousands’ of miles behind me.

I continue my way,

Until I can see.

My vision is troubled,

My legs are tired,

The past hurts,

The future cursed.

 

Alone in this world full of people,

Alone in this busy place,

Can’t let go, can’t be happy,

All this pain I have to face.

I made it this far,

I can make a few more.

One day it all will end,

Until then, I’ll just ignore.

 

I’ll get by, and continue to drive,

Live this torture, they call life,

It’s fucked up, and so am I,

I’ll count the years, until goodbye.

I’ve given up, it’s easier that way,

No more trying and fighting hard,

No more failures, no more tears,

I’m empty, broken and scarred.

 

I reach out in the darkness,

It’s my very last attempt.

The unknown scares me,

Is it foe or friend?

Time only knows,

If my scars will ever heal,

The memory of the light,

Fantasy or real?

 

RK.

This poem is about: 
Me

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