The Empty Me

The Empty Me short poem

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As empty as light and as dense as darkness.
We begin, we finish and know no end.
In the woods, in the crowd we remain the same
and we strive for the stars holding on the sands.
The beauty that we search remains beneath.
Life’s full with words and empty inside.
Lifeless faces, nagging cries
and doing things without knowing why.
And I look to the end to begin a new life.

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Preeti
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The line ‘Life’s full with words and empty inside.’ is so true, touches a chord somewhere.

daniel shankori
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Nice Poem
looking to the end for a beginning

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