Friday 3 August 2012

Everyone feels emptiness inside

A poem for a rainy day...

xx
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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