hollow

A poem about grief.

empty hole where my stomach was not really hungry but I eat anyway because there's a hollow in my life, and losing you brought a beast that captured me in its sharp claws empty hole where my lungs should be can't breathe can't breathe through the empty I don't want to suffocate on the empty but I'm hollow, so do I really need to breathe? empty hole where my heart was too can't feel my heart - I can only feel dark blue feeling numb and hollow when I think of you you're not here and I still need you

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Unique imagery and good rhyming really make this poem of loss meaningful. Resisting such pain only makes it grow stronger. The grieving process must be allowed to run its course before healing can occur.