A Poem With No Pattern (December 5, 2015, 9:35 PM)
I won't know what love is until the loneliness retreats
I know money can't buy you happiness
because I bought all these things
and now I feel even more empty
it's been a tough week
even though everyone I love is still safe
I know they're not all at peace
and through my relentless empathy
neither can I be
I know I'm missing something
I can feel it
I thought it was there
but within me
it's not as strong as it could be
This poem is about:
Me