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......

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Rhymeless poem

I try to be happy,
But it's obvious that i'm not.
I put on a fake smile,
And keep my sorrow in me.

I hide from all others,
The aching pain that I feel.
Who would want to partake,
In this deep sorrow I'm in?

Even poems I write,
Cease to rhyme any longer,
As I can't find the strength,
For these ornamental acts.

Finally I've realised,
The truth in what they have said --
The more you want something,
The greater the pain you'll feel..

posted by - Emptiness - | 2:25 am

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