by J.F. Pringle
It’s like flickering light,
In a dark, empty room,
The walls are plain,
Nothingness illum’ned.
I reach for what I feel,
Reaching for me,
And I find my arms,
Extended towards indifference.
A hollow place,
In my chest,
Filled with hopes.
Filled with nothingness.
The love I give,
Is vigorous and true.
The effort I make,
Unreciprocated by you.