Sadness is the feeling of being hallow

5th entry in For a series.

Emptiness inside, like a rotten log.

The bugs eat at what was once alive and well.

My mind full of dead materials like a bog.

Emptiness inside, like a rotten log.

I am overwhelmed by such a putrid smell.

I feel stuck in the mud and lost in the fog

Emptiness inside, like a rotten log.

The bugs eat at what was once alive and well.

Author's Note

My first go at a Triolet. Actually enjoyed working on this one so I might experiment with doing more of these.

Reviews

[KWP]

I have no idea what a Triolet is - I must go look it up .... :)

Those damn bugs can get the better of one's mind without control, moment to moment that's the best way i'd have to say, if the past does not exist and time is the biggest illusion at all we may as well allow those pesky bugs to become our friends and enjoy ... x x

[Tech]

It's just a poem with a specific scheme and lines 1,4,7 are the same as well as 2 and 8 as you can see above.

The bugs no longer plague me lol which is good. The poem is just a throw back to how I felt a few years ago when I thought of the idea for this series but written the way I do now. I would like to look at them as a something from my past :).