Hollow Castaway

Feeling Hollow

Like a husk of my self

Sunken eyes

A window to my soul

Revealing the void inside

No more tears to cry

No more asking, “Why?”

’cause it ain’t 2009 no more

Everything in your life’s a bore

Wishing to sail away from this shore

Castaway

Wilson won’t even play

What can I even say

To who replies only “Nay”?

Do I even want to make a raft?

I’ve never been good at arts & crafts

Besides, what’s even out there?

Other than more disappointment

Like a wife who already remarried

And a life I’ve grown oh~so weary


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