Empty is how I feel
I feel
Nothing
I am a blank canvas waiting to be painted
I crave to be colored with the colors of your words
I beg to feel emotion
Something to make me feel
Human
Not like some empty
Robotic
Machinery
Told what to do and when to do it
Simply because
That's the way things work
I don't want to feel these restrictions
Like shackles on my wrists and on my ankles
Holding me back
From all forms of humanity
I don't want to be some lifeless creature
Roaming aimlessly among the Earth
I want to feel
I want to feel passion
I want to feel joy
I want to feel confident
I want to feel full
I want to feel human
YOU ARE READING
Stupid Poetry Book
PoesíaA collection of experimental poems. They're cool, I guess. You'll just have to check them out for yourself.
