Saturday, November 27, 2010

Like Broken Glass...


I feel empty:

Like an old dried up well,
Like broken glass,
Like a dead snail's shell!

I feel empty:

And it just keeps getting bigger with time,
Like a never ending scene by a skilled mime,
Like a faint tune with no specific rhyme!

I feel empty:

And I honestly do understand:
No one cares to hold my hand,
And alone, here, I need to stand!

I feel empty:

But it doesn't really matter anymore,
There is no use trying to fight this war,
Take my white flag for I'm closing the door!

1 comment:

  1. empty ?
    with all these feelings...you must be kidding me :S
    and you surrender far too quickly !!!
    and if it means anything, i would like to hold your hand :)

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