The vacant space that surrounds my life like something that is vacuum,
Sucking out the breath of my life, the air of my lungs and blood of my veins
It seems to infinitely grow with each self realization, with each ounce of knowledge, with each day passing
It's the black hole of my life, growing and pulling me towards the center
The more experience I am gaining, the more that void increase
The price is lowered and value has increased
The goals and meanings I used to call life, now lie faded in some dusty corners like old photographs, cherished but not meaningful
28 Oct 2015
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poems 2
PoetryI wasn't intending another Sad poems book but I find it hard to not feel the stories. I necessarily don't feel like that.
