Christopher Sugatan Fornesa

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This Great Emptiness.

Date: 11.12.12

 

There's nothing in my soul,

It's all stuck in my heart.

And my mind is restless,

Peace is never gonna come.

Sleep only heals a night,

And the writing? Yes it might.

But the crying, it alleviates

The toll of this great emptiness.

I've sworn myself a mediocrity,

One full of audacity.

But in the end my life is only

Without luminosity.

I shine a light too dull to see,

I speak without the clarity.

In the end I am alone,

The toll of this great emptiness.