Empty As a Pocket
The empty desolation secreted inside my soul
no light emitted. an all consuming black hole
hear the rumbling thunder claps as dark clouds roll
depression is takin' it's toll, i've lost sight of my goal.
I am running, there's nowhere to hide
the Severn was empty, til my tears were cried
i've even lost humility and all sense of pride
eagerly awaiting the time when i've died
this live's shallow shell, i'm no longer tied.
I am stuck hard and fast, with faultering feet
will loneliness always last? Is there no-one I can meet?
With despair my gaze is cast, I have to stand, for I have no seat
my flag is only quarter mast, my bird is mute. it doesn't tweet.
My plate is empty, my belly too
I've had no water for eight days through
my throat is parched, that is true!
Can anyone please help me?
Maybe you?
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
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