Empty Poem by France Tamaca

Empty chairs and coffee cups,
Deserted rooms where your heart drops… and you fail.

Empty faces and serpent friends,
Anywhere you go it’s a dead end… still you drive off to no avail.

So you wish..
For a perfect tomorrow.
But you end up cursing a ghastly day.

And you crave for a sumptuous life
But there’s just…
No way.


For life’s a hell of anguish,
Of sorrow, and pain.

And sometimes when things get rough and you think you’re tough,
Suddenly you go insane.

You cry for a little happiness, and howl for a little contentment and you struggle for nothing and you knew it… when you saw him with his wife.


Ugh… you call this life?






(written: July 2005)