Empty

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic


A ahort poem about nihilism, apathy, and the days of my perception of the pointlessness of the world and everything.


I've felt a sudden and yet gradual longing -

a well, almost, of emptiness inside - gnaawing

away at me, this empty hollow feeling.

I have no purpose and procrastinate sitting

upon my bed; no ideas come, so I lie down

and stare up at the ceiling, at the heavens.

 

I turn the television volume up to hear

some noise of any consequence or meaning

and hope it goes away, the empty feeling.

Gnawing at my heart, it aches, it's yearning, but

for what? The feeling permeates my soul and

doesn't go, wins o'er my body, so I lie empty.

 


Submitted: June 09, 2015

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EmmelieSky

I feel like this is about more than just boredom. Thought it was good. I've had that feeling and you described it perfectly.

Tue, June 9th, 2015 10:59pm

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Yeah, I wrote it a couple weeks back in the middle of the night and it was something more than boredom. But I can't for the life of me describe it. Thanks for the comment!

Tue, June 9th, 2015 4:21pm

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freelybroken83

I like it. Id like to see you expand more. Love your opinion on my submissions. You get my vote.

Tue, June 9th, 2015 11:53pm

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Thanks!

Tue, June 9th, 2015 10:44pm

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