What For? ... Poem by karen sinclair
What For? ...
The vast emptiness, which engulfs me,
Is so persistently painful,
If I gorge,
Until overindulgence,
Greed and hatred for myself.
I still - feel empty,
Hollow,
Hollow to the core,
Shallow, hatred and empty - even more.
For food, I know - won't fill my void,
Just detract from my emotional emptiness.
Inside, I'm as barren as the Kalahari,
With an ache as persistent as time,
And a pain as sordid as childbirth,
And a mind as twisted as mine.
In my world, I'm no longer playing,
Just an observer, wishing for more,
In my head, I'm no longer needed,
And my existence - I wonder,
What for?
Powerful words Karen, possibly answering your own question with your beautiful writing, thanks
For EXISTENCE... That's what for, young lady! lol! Depression is something that I believe everyone of us falls victim to albeit there is such a vast potpouri of tiers toi the illness that the mass majority of useither are mis-diagnosed...or are in self-denial....Your depiction here is gripping and spot-on....Sterling Write, K.! ~FjR~
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5/7/2024 8:13:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
One of the first things you wrote, huh? Good for you! With an ache as persistent as time. Great simile.