Hollow

I wonder…

Are we all just digging graves

At the bottom of a well?

It’s cold out

No one seems to care.

As if we’ve been frozen

Broken into pieces

Fractured by time long ago

It’s no wonder we can’t find our soul.

Nothing feels right

Like being used, unwanted, restless

Even our voices sound silent,

Or no one told us we haven’t spoken.

All things remain empty

Except hollow pits beneath our eyes.

Tears fell once

I’m unsure why we don’t cry.

Our hearts break everyday 

Sadness is all we know 

We’ve been here for awhile now,

In the Valley Down Below.

©️Author: Jules B🥀 2018