Posted on Apr 30, 2012


He thinks hard at
all he sees
Taking in all as
he breathes
Wondering what’s
missing from his life
Where does the truth
start ending all the lies

He’s surrounded by
empty things
No real happiness
do they bring
Empty shells these
soulless objects
That mirror humanity
to put into context

So many things
attached to is he
For human contact
is no more to be
Emotional embracement
to all that matters
Is far from us all
as finances batter

Lost our way he
thinks ever so sad
Emptiness in us all
wanting more so bad
Dust gatherers gather
TV and radio test our

But our emotional well-being
is deteriorating fast
Leaving this emptiness
with us to the very last

Posted in: Poetry