I felt like I could overcome this vacancy deep inside of me,
This wanting, needing part of me that is hidden inside for no one to see,
This bleeding, pleading part of me,
Oh but the blood on my wound is still fresh,
My heart is strangled in a mesh,
Each time I tear apart my own flesh,
I'm happy free and satisfied then what is it left yet to heal,
What vacancy is this that I can't seal?
What vacancy can't my poetry reveal?
Yet each night when I look at the sky,
Some emotion comes flashing by,
Absorbed in my thoughts I sigh,
What is this vacancy? I pry,
In my velvet heart, in my minds silhouette,
I am expectations I never met,
I am a restriction I did not set,
I am a secret I did not let,
Out,
I shout,
I scream,
A nightmare or just a hellish dream?
I am an illusion to be pierced through,
I am my loneliness, My hearts flu,
I am nothing, just a particle of my soul,
I am my vacancy never to be made whole....