I have been feeling a vague sense of emptiness

deep in the pit 

In the core of my being

I can not be alone in this cage

That philosophy nor god 

can fill,

This cup that is always half empty.




But I’m willing to share,

what little is in my cup 

as a 27-year-old 

heeding his time 

alone in this thunderstorm

with lighting as my light show

The oceans waves as my orchestra

the moon as my muse.







7/11/2025 2:44 pm

      

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