Listening to clock
It ambitiously going tick tock
You're waiting
Wanting more of the unknown box
For it will be believed
That not many can see
What this feeling truly is
This hollowness
Echoing
Laughing its way in
Mocking you for taking time in
Wondering
Pondering
Sitting here funding for something you dont even know
Stop
Think about it
Write it down
And please think about it
Now do you see?
This emptiness thats waken inside of me
Emptiness that can kill so many
Boredom is it what its to be believe
But how can that be?
For I'm hiding
Not knowing my own feelings
This emptiness is what it true is to be
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryI usually write poems when I'm sad or upset. That's when I write my poems the best. So there wont be that many happy poems. I hope you like the ones I have. Thank you for even reading this.
