Empty

"I'm not afraid of the darkness or night. I'm afraid of the silence--where there is nothing to hide me from my own screaming thoughts" - unknown

Empty;

useless;

how else might I describe this feeling?

 

I am here,

but I am not;

gone.

 

Floating through the wind;

unnoticeable;

unimportant.

 

My heart pains me,

with longing,

with regret.

 

My smile is wide,

but the smile

is a mask.

 

My body shows no signs

of wounds or injuries,

but my skin is not unscathed.

 

Scars lay artwork on my body;

invisible:

there, but not there.

 

I feel my heart

beating; tearing;

alive, but not alive.

 

Me against myself;

a war that haunts

the battlefield of my mind.

 

I drift through life:

doing, saying, acting;

a façade unapparent to all.

 

I breath;

supplying oxygen

to my aching heart

 

I live,

but I am not alive.

Author's Note

I wrote this quickly in the beginning hours of the night, just like most of what I write. This style is relatively new to me, so input on this poem is greatly appreciated. Input on the ending is especially appreciated; I am not sure that the ending 'flows', if you understand what I am trying to say. Also, the title is currently temporary, I'm not sure what it should be. Thank you for reading!

Reviews

[Frieda P]

I enjoyed it, think the ending wraps it up quite nicely....that feeling of emptiness shines through in your every word...

My body shows no signs
of wounds or injuries,
but my skin is not unscathed

Felt that one...