Emptiness is a rather heavy emotion. I think this poem is pretty much self explanatory. It's a very rough draft...If you find it to be scratchy, I apologize, I just wrote it.
Just a date,
a few numbers and dashes
two slashes
marking the death of time,
nothingness
in the big scheme of things,
a minuscule marker of our history.
A twenty-four hour journey,
a good day or
a struggle
to drag oneself
across
like immobile clock hands hovering,
or waiting for my heart
to beat because
I wanted you.
Today I feel--
disappointment
hopelessness
sadness
tiring waves of feeling
like a pendulum
suffering from chronic
monotonous movement,
thoughts of you
just may,
I pray,
be gone
tomorrow.
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