Empty(Poem#2-High School Years)

Written by: Colin Amato

Everything no longer matters 
Everything has lost taste 
I breath, emptiness enters, air does not 
Exhale, still empty 
Loneliness fills my days, as soup fills a bowl 
All over, right to the brim 
Smoldering hot and steamy 
Just want to empty the bowl, but fear grips me
For then I will be truly empty