The Hollow Man
My spirit has been ripped from its home,
Scraped out of its most cozy cove,
My mind and body having been its abode.
Now I feel nothing but nothing,
Oh how I wish that would leave me stinging.
No feeling at all is the worst feeling.
Devoid of any happiness and joy,
My emotions are what you destroy.
My face is just a decoy.
I do my best at every trial,
But everything seems to be futile.
My family seems to be in denial.
My body is vacant of me,
'Myself' is something no one will ever see,
From this shell I want to be free.
My sense of self is gone,
Along with all mental brawn,
From my soul, this casing of flesh has been sawn.
I have already disappeared under the quicksand,
Lost below this awful land,
I am but a Hollow man.
Copyright © Mckynzie Finney | Year Posted 2022
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