Written a while ago and not initially published due to the guidelines of an online magazine from which the text was pending approval. The poem was not accepted so it can now be presented elsewhere.


Cutting


I don't want to harm myself
couldn't anyway
it's just the thought;
the idea of pointlessness
that keeps dragging

I see it all around
that which is craved
it belongs to them
and is observed
yet not tasted by me

the envy has gone though
comparison, another habit lost
self pity has absconded too
they've all left my building
making the isolation freeze

at least when they were here
their medication had a place
I could fall into them
stay wasted
and not feel this vast hollow void





Poetry by Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-03-27 at 10:40

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Esti D-G
Keep writing, it will fill the horrible void with beautifully cultivated words. Just pour them in and stop up that hole.
muchlovestix
2010-03-27


NicholasG
I've found the cure for hollow void is to align oneself with mentally rambunctious, loosely grounded people who can provoke the whole gamut of emotions at any given time, at which point pointlessness is supplanted by the sheer desire for emotional survival.
A great description of inner desolation.
Thanks Eli.
2010-03-27