Empty room
Right now you’re sitting in your room,
Nothing is of sound,
You’re nowhere to be found.
That’s what it feels like anyways.
In this empty room you’re staring at the roof.
What is your truth?
What is proof that you’re allowed to be you?
Still staring at the roof you can’t help but think:
“When will I stop to sink?”
No answer is coming back.
That’s how it‘s always been.
That’s what you were made to think.
Emptiness
When you close your eyes,
There is always an emptiness following you, deep inside.
The pitch black darkness that you see
Will make you want to believe
That the uneasiness you’ve been feeling
Is what will stick to your entire being.
It‘s swallowing you from left to right,
It lasts until the night,
The night where you cannot sleep,
As the feeling is too deep.
Powerless, can’t do anything against it.
Maybe it stops when it‘s emptied all that you’ve got.
© Michelle Brinkhoff 2023-07-03