The Space In Between

You know the times, when you wake up in the morning and stare blankly into the ceiling, and wonder, "What should I do today?" That's basically my life. Real fun. Life's like a neverending cycle of contradictions. Waiting in earnest for exams to be over, only to dread the boredom of having nothing to do in the holidays. Perhaps its just me, but I bet i'm not the only one. I have to admit that there are things to do, people to meet, games to play, movies to watch, books to read. But always, something missing. Even in the company of friends, the lingering feeling is always there, like a phantom stalking me, ready to pounce at me the moment the fun and laughter stops. That's the emptiness I feel, which seems to paint my surroundings grey and dull, bleak and inanimate. Emptiness, the place in between, a place where no one else can enter, that time just seems to stand still......

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Emptiness

Sometimes, in the midst of friends,

I am separated by an invisible wall.

All around me it extends,

Imperceptible, yet sturdy and tall.


As I am imprisoned in this void,

A place no one else can enter,

A vacuum null and devoid,

Of joy and laughter,


I wonder how life can be so dull,

When all around me are just smiles.



Outwardly, I joke along with them,

Yet, deep inside, there is an emptiness,

That I hide away from them,

As no one will understand this loneliness.


The more I try to conceal this feeling,

The stranger my laughter sounds,

As if someone else, not me, is moving

My lips, my body he bounds.


Like a puppet tied to the thread,

To his jovial tune I dance to entertain,

Though all I want is to holler in pain,

But no words escape, just a tear I shed.


I wonder how life can be so dull

When all around me are just snarls.

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