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 skinand 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
Poetry by D G Moody
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Written on 2024-06-22 at 17:11
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