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Hollow


I am a shell filled with solid concrete.


Concrete so heavy, so dense, and yet I am hollow.


I lift my eyes up to the sky and ask for some relief, for I am drowning in my own being.


I am trying to control the sadness and fear, but I can't.


My life has no boundaries or control, but I am restricted and bound by my own thoughts.


The clouds are moving so effortless up above, as autumn creeps in.


Would you dance with me once again?


Will life turn a corner and reveal a smile?


For the simple pleasures in life have been taken away from us all.


The clouds are moving, the tension brewing as thunder shakes the house.


Are bones drenched in fear, our sleep hunted by our reality.


Will you wake me up when it is all over?


We are all day dreaming but wide awake.


As we all look up, the clouds dance with the fighter plane's that swoon and pierce the sky.


Are hearts will heal only when justice will prevail.


As all we could hope for is a little bit of good and maybe even hope.



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