The air is still and heavy,
As if the world holds its breath.
The sky is a deep, dark blue,
With no clouds to mar its perfection.
I sit on the edge of the bed,
Staring out the window.
I can't seem to focus on anything.
My mind is blank.
I feel empty,
As if all the life has been sucked out of me.
I don't know what to do.
I just want to feel something again.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
I try to focus on the sound of my own breathing.
But it's no use.
The emptiness is too strong.
I open my eyes and look around the room.
It's a mess.
Clothes are strewn all over the floor.
The bed is unmade.
I don't care.
I don't have the energy to clean it up.
I just want to go to sleep.
I lie down on the bed and close my eyes.
I drift off to sleep,
Hoping that when I wake up,
The emptiness will be gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem