Every day
he wakes up not feeling whole
Focused solely
on feeding his doubts, the fears
There’s a
void deep inside, a space that can’t be filled
It’s a
feeling that never seems to go away
He can
have the greatest time of his life
But when
he’s alone, the feeling creeps back
Nobody
seems to understand what’s going on
They just
can never see it from his point of view
He wants
to fill his heart with so much happiness
Hoping that
it will drive out all the sadness
He hopes
to find that one thing that hasn’t been there before
Knowing that
it’s the only thing that can make him whole again
But when
he finds it, he is too scared to feel vulnerable
Knowing it
will have the power to crush him into pieces
So then
he wonder, can he ever be whole again?
He acts
tough and unmoved over some things
But deep
down he’s aching for affection, for Love
So as a
release and his comfort zone, he writes poems
Like a
lost sailor, he casts them out into the ocean
Hoping the
bottle reaches the other side of the spectrum
And someone
would come find him, rescue him.
There’s no quick way to fix his troubles, no escape button
It is just something that he has to live with. Does time
heal?
Or does it try to make you forget.
