Inside, it's empty.
Like a blank canvas
Just waiting for someone,
Or something,
To splatter on some paint,
To give some
Inspiration,
Motivation.
Hesitation.
I feel it as I attempt to feel something,
Anything,
To know that I'm real.
Am I?
All I know
Is that inside, I am empty.
I have nothing,
Feel nothing
No inspiration,
Or motivation.
Just a blank canvas.
YOU ARE READING
Sorrowful Poems
PoetryJust some poems that I write when I get in the mood. Feel free to leave some comments or vote or whatever you want to do. :) Thanks for reading, enjoy.
