A Void
Am I just filling a void?
A feeling that I'm desperate to avoid?
An eruption is due soon
May be homeless by June
If I could take back
all the lavish gifts
Those precious moments
that hit you unexpectedly
A drained bank account
Yet her hand is still held out
snapping those chunky fingers
These pockets turned inside out
Somehow she feels entitled to everything
No matter she lives hand to mouth
So far beyond her means
I just want to scream
Stick a fork into this back
Feeling the prongs beneath the skin
Thoroughly masticate through this hate
Made out to be some ingrate
But I'm still the same
while this world
has turned decidedly strange
Lost within these walls
So centered and passive
Trying not to be drawn in
to overreact or explode
Never to have or to hold
Haven't I finally earned that right?
mathiasthom
written 5/2/10
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