Hollowness
of the mornings
and evenings
of sleep and dreams
and waking up
to another morning
and the radio
blaring out
hollow music
by hollow people
and they talk
in between songs
hollowness
in their voices
and the place
seemingly hollow
and hollow people
walk the supermarkets
filling trolleys
with hollowness
and Muzak pushed out
as they shop
and the comfortableness
and the pretend
contentment
but really just hollowness
there in their eyes
and the light
of their eyes
and that smiling
they have
which is as hollow
as their lives
and the morality
and rules of hollowness
rule and the pretence
it is not hollow
although deep down
they know it is
hollowness of nights
and dreams on dreams
of forgetfulness
and the waking up
of grief and knowing
it will always be there
like a ghost of what once was
and is not
and they lay down
to sleep and one day
it will be the final sleep
and the last kiss
of hollowness to bless.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 3:25 AM UTC
Hollowness
of the mornings
and evenings
of sleep and dreams
and waking up
to another morning
and the radio
blaring out
hollow music
by hollow people
and they talk
in between songs
hollowness
in their voices
and the place
seemingly hollow
and hollow people
walk the supermarkets
filling trolleys
with hollowness
and Muzak pushed out
as they shop
and the comfortableness
and the pretend
contentment
but really just hollowness
there in their eyes
and the light
of their eyes
and that smiling
they have
which is as hollow
as their lives
and the morality
and rules of hollowness
rule and the pretence
it is not hollow
although deep down
they know it is
hollowness of nights
and dreams on dreams
of forgetfulness
and the waking up
of grief and knowing
it will always be there
like a ghost of what once was
and is not
and they lay down
to sleep and one day
it will be the final sleep
and the last kiss
of hollowness to bless.
HOLLOWNESS AND BEING.
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