Poetry

Empty

written by: OurSacredHonor

It's the easiest time to write
It's the easiest time to fight
Maybe everything's just out of sight
Maybe after all I'm just not right

Sitting in an empty room
Watching my ghosts, all their eyes upon me
Their eyes must be scalpels
The way they dissect me, pick me apart for all to see

Who will betray me first,
My eyes or my heart?
Either way I'd be ok
If I just knew where to start
Beginning, new ending
Not winning, pretending
To be who I should be
To be who I could be
Now I'll take my stance
And in turn I'll make my chance

Empty tables, empty chairs
Empty fables and empty stares
Nothing's left here
Deep within me
There is nothing
It's all empty

We can relent
Or reinvent
Be content and give consent
Or express dissent
And vent
Sit by idly, silently
While the world quietly
Falls apart right in front of our eyes
Or stand up proudly
Scream out loudly
Like the opening of empty skies

Empty tables, empty chairs
Empty fables and empty stares
Nothing's left here
Deep within me
There is nothing
It's all empty

Empty space without a trace
No face to face to plead my case
It's like a race to a safe place
Where you can't be disgraced
Misplaced or chased
Safe from the hate
In a hurry, picking up the pace
But haste makes wastes
And all we're left with is more empty space

Empty tables, empty chairs
Empty fables and empty stares
Nothing's left here
Deep within me
There is nothing
It's all empty

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