Taking a theme - the void in a life, for a poem, though, haven't we all been there sometime?


Void

Every night I take off my skin
and leave it beside my bed.
In the morning, I put it on again
to contain the void that I dread.
Inside my skin there’s nothing,
just an empty hollow space,
while outside there is that me
trying to show a happy face.
What will be shall always be
when, at my death they’ll see
there was nothing left of me
to then melt into empty space.

© D G Moody 2024



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Written on 2024-06-22 at 17:11

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alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
thank you but yet a sad poem
it looks like a generational poem, am I right ?
2024-06-24


Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
Dougie, it's palpably cheering to see you.
2024-06-24


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely written, Dougie.
2024-06-22


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes we have all been there. I think your poem expresses that place of mind very well. It is a unique concept that's for sure.
Blessings, Allen
2024-06-22