Voids filled with voids
And blanks filled with blanks,
Each day was a hole,
For which he gave no thanks;
For each day was a pit,
Filled with nothing but air,
No thoughts
And no feelings,
Not even despair.
A cave with no light,
He couldn’t give up,
But then nor could he fight.
Motivation all gone
And his energy drained;
So he sat,
And felt nothing.
The days waxed and waned.

Daily poem #989

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3 Responses to Bottomless

  1. beautifully written

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  2. Yu/stan/kema says:

    Good poem, Pooky.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. jfb57 says:

    Such understanding of how it feels Pooks beautifully written.


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