Empty

Not a sound
hidden light
and I’m bound
to live this fight.
Shattered hope
broken promises
trying to cope.

Fixing the pieces
of my broken heart
but I’m feeling empty
everyone grows apart.

I see the leaves inside the tea
they all tell me the same
that this emptiness inside
will be my only fame.

There’s no point trying to hide
or to hope for a living lie
that there’s a remedy for this emptiness
but the truth is, and I write this with a sigh,
this emptiness is the eternal cause of my sadness.

By, Ana F.
Date: March 31, 2005
Time: 8:50am

I wrote this poem based on my usual feelings. Time may change, but those feelings stay the same I guess, which could explain why I’m so sad. No real reason, I just am.