Hollow
I am hollow for I want what is out of my reach
Things I cannot have at that precise moment
My will struggles inside like a chained monster
Trying to get lose and devour whatever has the
Power to make my silly selfish dream come true.
Then the fortune wheel spins my fate round,
And brings up change, causing the unlikely to be.
Happiness happens unexpectedly as a lightening
Lasting no longer than a lightening does in the sky,
Making me want more, and different, and new things.
Hollow I’m found again, lost in my delusional aspirations
Restarting a cycle made purely of torment, angst, darkness,
Everlasting unsatisfaction that leads indeed to inherent conquests
As well as to the deepest abysm of a restless unfulfilled soul
Who will never comprehend the meaning of the word “enough”.
Copyright © Larissa Maria Martin | Year Posted 2009
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