Hmm..
At the risk of sounding emo...and posting way more in the last few days than I have in months...I wrote this tonight while I was feeling...creative, so I thought I'd share.
How does one express
In mere written words
The grandeur of a mountain?
Or the depth of a black hole?
One would think the challenge less
To describe something as simple
As this feeling that’s in me
This...emptiness that is my soul
This gnawing, aching, pain
That hollows out my insides
Leaving nothing in its path
Besides an icy, chilling, numb
I fear it shall become a stain
Upon that very soul
And to my patchwork quilt of life
Just added to the sum
Not less, but more the challenge be
For, those others can be quantified
But who shall be the judge
Of the depth of a heartfelt sigh?
Who has the eyes to see
Or the tools to measure
The fathoms of my being?
No-one. No-one but I.
How does one express
In mere written words
The grandeur of a mountain?
Or the depth of a black hole?
One would think the challenge less
To describe something as simple
As this feeling that’s in me
This...emptiness that is my soul
This gnawing, aching, pain
That hollows out my insides
Leaving nothing in its path
Besides an icy, chilling, numb
I fear it shall become a stain
Upon that very soul
And to my patchwork quilt of life
Just added to the sum
Not less, but more the challenge be
For, those others can be quantified
But who shall be the judge
Of the depth of a heartfelt sigh?
Who has the eyes to see
Or the tools to measure
The fathoms of my being?
No-one. No-one but I.