This emptiness is eating me alive
What is it like to feel
Why can’t I help in some way
What good is an anchor
That is attached to nothing
Sitting at the bottom of the ocean
Still and steady
The calm in the storm
My chain to reality is broken
A shoulder to cry on
And I still have no tears
Not mine or anyone else’s
The drought has lasted
Much longer than 40 nights
With no reprieve in sight
3 comments:
good poem
Hey Chris!
It's been so long since I visited your blog, or written and posted anything on mine. So many things happened in my life these past few months, it was crazy!
I love this poem and the feelings it creates. Always awesome, Chris!
I hope to hear from you, and read more of your wonderful work.
Love!
The anchor analogy is perfect.
Can't wait to read more!
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