I'm empty,
Can't you see?
There just seems to be something missing within me.
Big or small,
Tall or short,
All I see,
Is it's missing within me.
What is it?
I ask,
As getting up each day,
Seems to be becoming a bigger task.
I can feel it deep within myself.
A missing piece upon my shelf.
YOU ARE READING
Don't Look Me in the Eye
PoetryNot just poems anymore, I guess. More like little things where I have no place for them. Basically the poems/short stories/rambles that appear in my head that I have to write down. Enjoy? Trigger warning, I think. Sorry for changing the title a lot...
