When Hollowed

Too often now, I wonder what I am.

Dislocate my wrist; remove my ears and heart.

Then what would remain? Why, only a sham;

drifting on towards Death's rampart.

Blessed automaton,

you can ignore the grand scale,

live in your Avalon,

and not see your life's so stale.

My fortune is less.

I can't deceive myself.

This emptiness I always address.

Reviews

[Miranda Richard]

I love the automaton reference, they're so cool! Nice rhyming pattern, a wonderful poem ;)

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Masterfully crafted!! Your structure, flow and rhyming are exceptional, along with your well developed lines.

"Too often now, I wonder what I am.
Dislocate my wrist; remove my ears and heart.
Then what would remain? Why, only a sham;
drifting on towards Death's rampart."