An Emptiness Inside

Grinding away,
Each day,
Trying to make
Sense of life.
An emptiness inside
Craves purpose,
Like a baloon
Is nothing
Without air.

And when I find
Some purpose,
Some aim,
I throw myself in,
Hoping to dissolve
The hollow within.

The ego inflates,
Filled with warm air,
Soothing and smoothing
The emptiness inside.





Poetry by Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2005-12-04 at 11:25

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Teala
Wow--I can identify with this for sure. Great poem!
2005-12-06


Black Knight
Not bad, really...
2005-12-04