The Emptiness In The Life I Lead Poem by John Sensele

The emptiness I feel
In the life I lead
Can't fill and steal pains that deal
Blows I seldom need

In the air I breathe
In the lungs I possess and the stress
That assails the disbelief I loathe
In the witness I assess

In circumstances whose distances and stances I witness
To circumvent events that prevent the downfall I suspect
Exploits the weakness
In the sorrows that inhabit the prospect

In mistakes for high stakes in the past I made
To sneak justification
Into the stolen grade
I accumulated from the infraction in the mission

I set without prior consideration of the gravity whose motility and propinquity
I didn't grasp
In the liquidity I invested in the volatility
Whose clasp on the last ditch gasp

Spurs breathlessness in the recklessness I kill
As considerations of dark thoughts roam free
To ask me heartbreaks to heal
For reasons I can't see

But parallax in circumstances I experience
In situations insanities dictate
In the lance dance whose influence and confluence
I hate to regret and serrate

In the hollowness I dislike
As my mind grows cold
While spikes sorrows hike
Stakes, threatening my happiness to withhold.