In the bright yet seemingly so dim evening lights, the crowded city's empty.
It is lonely here without you. And yet without you I wouldn't have noticed that.
Funny how the city oh-so crowded can be so hollow.
Empty.
Void.
Blank.
A white canvas.
(Opportunities?)
You overflow all that space with so much vivacity. So much life. And love and warmth and playfulness! So much of you takes over so very little of this.
And lack of you is a surprise.
It completely surpasses me that I'm just about to hit a lamppost, that I'll crash into people walking the opposite way.
But the realization of this absence causes me to lift my sight, making me aware, perceptive.
It's hard to realize, but it is needed.
Only then the oceans ripple, the trees rustle, the mighty gods waver and high-flying ways are free again.
The nocturnal city oh-so crowded becomes a place of a blank.
How funny is it that even though all of us are needing and pleading and seeking infinitely, all of us fail to see it's really about this... void we need to go through, let it brew till it fills us up and we're blue in anticipation of a better tomorrow.
May it be harsher; with each falling mask the final aim is clearer: fill the blank.
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A COLLECTION OF POETRY
PoetryHello everyone! :) This is my poetry collection and I decided to publish it so I can let all these unspoken words and feelings out of the constricting walls of my computer and phone :D I started writing poems when I was still in high school and they...
