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Lady Astor
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Everyone
feels emptiness inside.
From the
Mother to the Bride,
From the
Father to the Child,
Everyone
feels emptiness inside.
Through a
week of pouring rain
Drumming
ceaselessly in my head,
I walk
restless through the house.
Watch some
TV, lie in the couch,
Sip some
tea while rain hits the grass.
Looking at
each others face
Little to
dream and nothing to say
Fed up with
this Suburbia
We thought
good enough to stay.
Everyone
feels emptiness inside.
From the
beggar to the rich man,
From the
beauty to the old hag,
Everyone
feels emptiness inside.
Ghostly
smoke invades the room,
We exchange
glances as we share a spliff.
The inane
voices emanating from the television
Drone on
and on and on.
You express
dissatisfaction with the status quo.
What do you
get the man who has everything?
A glimpse
of the past,
A long lost
forgotten dream, perhaps?
Or a spark
to ignite a new start
Do not
fret, because you’re not alone.
I’ve been
here before and I’m certain
I’ll be
here many times more.
Everyone
feels emptiness inside.
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writing and poetry
