Challenge
Challenge of the Month XXXIX
Write a short poem about your own private Hell. The tortured who reigns gets 100 big ones. Winner will be picked by Prose. Go.
Emptiness
I feel as if I have left this world,
I am no longer in touch with anything.
I just feel numb to everything.
I don’t want to do anything anymore.
I am lost with no guidance,
Wandering on an empty path at night.
Walking completely blind not seeing where I’m going,
Not even knowing where I am trying to go.
I need something to happen,
I need something to give me a reason:
To wake up everyday,
And continue living.
I don’t know why I try anymore,
I have nothing,
Nothing to win,
But nothing to lose either.
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