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......

Saturday, December 18, 2004

Why?

Distress

There are times I think,
I should just let go.
Why bother with one,
Who doesn't feel what I do?

Why torment myself,
With these desires,
And then drown myself,
In sorrow, songs and poems?

For what help are these --
In great pain i'm in.
Nothing can release,
Me from the distress i'm in.

(Doesn't rhyme, but what the hack... i'm not in the mood)


Why?

Why is my life as such?
Helpless with endless wants?
Why are all those around,
No different from myself?

Why is it no one knows,
The pain i'm going through?
Why is it no one care,
About me, but just themselves?

Why do I now exist,
When I did not have a say?
Why do I still resist,
What fate has decreed for me?

posted by - Emptiness - | 1:25 am

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