empty
an old poem...some friday feels...happy new year
By Louis Cruz JrPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
this emptiness:
the cradle i built for myself has fallen over and
the child now sprawls on the floor broken and sobbing
alone
consider me a cup of milk spilled
see me forlorn and tired
i punch brick walls and leave blood stains
you can now see the white of the bone in my knuckles
this crawling, gnawing emptiness
blooms a black lotus
devouring
the life giving sunrays
devouring my smile
devouring
everything that was once good
devouring
the only glimmer of hope
devouring
the love i still feel for myself
devouring
every fleeting memory of happiness
devouring
until there is nothing left
About the Creator
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