The Emptiness In Me Poem by Lawrence s. Makola

Who am I?
My name is incredible
It is indeed spacious
you might say again atrocious
But it doesn't describe the emptiness in me

People call me names
Respecting my well being
My well articulated life style
My splendid future
But they can't see the emptiness in me;

When I deliver the speech
they are taken aback
they become stone cold
Goose bumps describe them well
Mean while I am like a noisy gong

Ladies call me Mr. Nice
Mothers call me charmer-man
Grannies call me sugar-son
Girls call me play-boy
But they can't see the emptiness in me

There are those who worship me
Those who gave their hearts to me
Those who starve to get me
But all to me seem like nothing
For none can fill the vacant in my heart
The real emptiness in me