Hollow

There is an itch in my brain
I scratch and again
Nothing comes out

The reason of my being
The meaning of life
I scratch and again
Nothing makes a sense

Yet...
I stand tall
A bundle of flesh and blood only
I feel hollow

I get connected
Watched...evaluated...judged
and the series of responsibilities follows
I try to relate myself with
Increasing expecations and disapointments
Maybe these are the reason of life

Yet...
Deep inside
I feel hollow

I walk with a wild soul
Condemned for something




Poetry by White
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Written on 2008-12-25 at 10:54

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You certainly are not hollow, you are filled with life, inspiration, hope, creativity, expression, the list goes on and on and you are here writing filled with us with so much of your fun. I understand one goes through these times but hey keep writing.
2009-01-13