hollow, so hollow
I can't sit with myself
but I want you to.
a constant need to distance
be alone, aloof,
yet in company.
distractions and delusions
paint a perfect trap
of dreams and day-dreams.
playing in loop
a background score
to accompany me wherever I go
a yellow room,
a circle of three friends,
a drive back home
I thrive in chaos,
usually,
turn into a badass
switching
to either perfection
or nothing
a sunflower field
or a straight up marsh land,
a zombie or a goddess
but this seems like a new dimension
with no boundaries
endless walks into the halls of emptiness
everything so grey,
everything so muted,
everything, with nothing in it
wandering the realm of nothingness
a space so dark and hollow
that the only light source is you
and whatever is left of you
that flicker, that faith, that face
what you once remembered so clearly
has started to fade,
memories are a blur
but the background score plays
and keeps playing
only now,
it sounds like a cry for help
or a broken record
hopeless, hollow
I can't bear my thoughts
but want them out.
hollow, yet so heavy
I can't sit with myself
but will you?
***
Dark. It can be so unbearable. And we seek from others the comfort we cannot afford ourselves.
Wonderfully written! 🙂
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True! Glad the words could reach you!
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Haunting, yet relatable, this is wonderfully done.
Thank you for sharing!
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Glad the words could reach you!
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They really did! Keep writing and Be well!
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