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......

Friday, January 21, 2005

Shattered, a poem...

Shattered -- by -Emptiness-

My heart you beguiled,
With your smile and laughter,
And then you shattered,
Just like a porcelain platter.

The phone you hang up,
‘Friend just called’, as always.
Like a toy thrown aside,
Is this how I’m to pass my days?

Never had I known,
That I was such a bore.
Talking on the phone,
Is it really such a chore?

Or do you just hate me,
And can’t wait to tear me apart?
Here lays my joy and glee,
Shattered like my broken heart.


Note: Composed yesterday, or I should say today morning. This is what I kinda felt when pearl told me her friend called her, and said she'll call me back tomolo.... erm.... nothing heard out....

posted by - Emptiness - | 4:02 pm

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