Hollow
Hollow,
Shut down and holed up.
I can’t make it through the nights.
All these lines I’ve traced,
Burn my side and memory.
When the lights go down,
The depression sets in.
No knife can cut it out of me.
My mind refuses to let me be,
My soul feels tied down into my flesh.
It’s not worth trying anymore.
I’ve promised too many things, I’ve let
Them all fall so short.
The lines I’ve carved are painful,
Memories of a past and pain I wish
I could forsake.
I don’t believe, but if somebody’s up there,
Could you answer me when I ask,
What’s wrong with me?
I feel so hollow…
~Kaitlin Platti~
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