Empty Shell
I am empty;
My well is dry;
No rain is left;
I am here;
And yet I am not;
Going though the motions;
A knock rings hollow;
Though my passionless heart;
My vision is blurred;
My lips are sealed;
In a haze of doubt;
I self-medicate;
I eat and I sleep;
Then I work to exhaustion;
But I do not dream;
Not anymore;
As I sit in the quiet;
No one comes near;
As I wait for the words;
That have abandoned me
My well is dry;
No rain is left;
I am here;
And yet I am not;
Going though the motions;
A knock rings hollow;
Though my passionless heart;
My vision is blurred;
My lips are sealed;
In a haze of doubt;
I self-medicate;
I eat and I sleep;
Then I work to exhaustion;
But I do not dream;
Not anymore;
As I sit in the quiet;
No one comes near;
As I wait for the words;
That have abandoned me
Published by Lisa R. Strong
I was born and raised in Binghamton NY. I have been writing short stories since I was eight years old, and poetry since I was a teenager. I also write prayers, meditations, and opinion articles. My dre... View profile
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6 Comments
Post a CommentSad and beautiful. Sorry I missed this one; but SO glad you're back!
So sad, but written really well.
Sad, but hauntingly beautiful.
Don't stop dreaming! Good to see something by you again.
I enjoyed the lonliness of the empty knock and the words that abandoned her/him. When even the immaterial runs away then self-medication can be much too common. Well-done!
Whoa, what a powerful piece. Intense and lovely in its sadness. You have been missed, as has your incredible talent. Thank you for sharing.