Taking a theme - the void in a life, for a poem, though, haven't we all been there sometime?


Every night I take off my skin
and 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

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Written on 2024-06-22 at 17:11

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alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
thank you but yet a sad poem
it looks like a generational poem, am I right ?

Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
Dougie, it's palpably cheering to see you.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely written, Dougie.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes we have all been there. I think your poem expresses that place of mind very well. It is a unique concept that's for sure.
Blessings, Allen