Sometimes I wake up with an emptiness deep down inside.
Even though I am happy and alive,
there's this blank stair from outer-space, grey within my eyes.
I should ignore this I know, but sometimes this abyss takes over and I cannot hide
the emotional terror twisted mixed divide
of loss, hope, and valuable lives
that costs nearly nothing to survive.

Even though the tough terrain of being outside
collides
and resides
giving tears to live by,
I vow to Lord and Lady above
that I have no tears left to cry.

I am Stronger than many people think I am,
and don't know the value I really strive to live by.
That I hug trees and travel the dirt beneath my feet.
That I paint stars and dreams, land, and sea;
brush in after effects that grow my soul for living tall,
and ridged among us all.

There really is no such thing as emptiness,
yet somehow I create it and let it reign.

To be by yourself is a waist of time.
To give into lost control is a bet you will not win.
To love without hate is a deadly sin.
To break without letting yourself live is to strive for filth and grime.

Thanks for reading :)
Picture Credit: Mine!

• nathanielhammel
• poetry
• life
• death