Poem About Emptiness.
Although my usual writing style is fairly upbeat and positive. I do generally have a sunny disposition and am on the main a happy individual.
There are however times when I am gripped by fear, doubt, darkness, pain and feelings of ineptitude. This leaves me with bouts of almost insufferable insomnia, depression and kills my appetite, however it does occasionally lead me to writing some of the work I am most proud of. I find all my emotions and thoughts flood out of me, like some immense broken damn.
The following poem was written at such a time, which is why it is littered with self loathing and deprecation. All thankfully temporary.
There is only emptiness.
There is only emptiness, where you once were.
The exposed space, almost embarrassed by it's nakedness.
The loneliness continues ever onwards,
Ever growing and intensifying, leaving me feeling lonelier still.
I speak only for my words to fade,
To dilute and disappear into the air of which it enters.
I talk only for you not to listen or care,
my presents being of no effect or consequence to you.
Your time, energy and thoughts are exclusively dedicated to something else now,
squeezing out any interest, in me, us, of anything it seems.
I have tried to be forgiving, I have tried to be patient, but I have reached my limits.
I have attempted to recapture your attention, but alas to no avail.
The further you push me away and reject me,
the less I feel inclined to want of your affections.
Your physically here and yet your somehow just so far away,
out of touch, out of reach and way beyond retrieval.
I fear that things will not improve or return to what they were,
my heavy heart and weary mind, acknowledging the emptiness that's left.
To everyone who has taken the time to read and comment on my poetry, all the supportive and encouraging posts really do help and inspire me to continue to share my work. I also know that there is a huge wealth of talented poets here on hubpages an I really would urge you to read some of their work here too.
Thank-you again and I wish all the best to the other poets sharing their work on this site and others.
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