Hollow Lives
The depthless expanse of the sky at night,
when the dark clouds recede and the stars remain,
remind me of my current state,
a mind in confusion, turmoil
—my soul empty, a void reflected up above.
The stars they shine, pinpricks of hope to those who believe.
To me their light shines dim,
filtered through layers of dark sorrow,
illuminating the land in shades of desolation
—all life is bleak.
This land I see is awash with despair,
our lives nothing if not hollow.
This was my first real poem, and remains my favourite - the only one I consider as true poem (for I am a writer rather than a poet). Even though it was written 8 years ago, when I was but 16, it has largely escaped the revision I have just subjected it to.
As you can probably tell, I wasn't a very happy chap at the time. As bleak as it is, I think this represents our true existence if we live without God - there is no hope, no light, no life. Rather, we are but empty and lost souls.
Sometimes, I still feel this emptiness in the heart, as I live in this fallen world, but now I have a real hope, a genuine purpose, for we are all created in the image of God.
posted by Son @ 22:15
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