by Brandy Myers

Created on: June 14, 2009

A Little Shy of Empty

It came at me fast, the howling wind igniting the embers in my mind,
The aching part of my soul that no one can understand,
I reach out and still I feel so alone, so distant from the ones I know that love me.
I am journeying beyond the hearts capacity to nourish,
A lonely fight, I wearily trudge on,
So alone not even those who love me can understand it, in the silence of the dawn.

Yet I keep fighting and going forward even though I am a little shy of Empty,
Where I muster the strength who knows,
It can be heavy, the weight of the chains I carry.
I stand pale against the fierceness of the ocean,
when it is carried away with tropical motions,
Engulfed in the everyday notions, I wonder if you can really hear me.
Heavy are the chains I carry, along the soggy sands of time,
This battle feels like it keeps starting over,
And I am feeling a little shy of Empty.
I passionately grasp for those who love me,
Scared at times the quicksand of fury will engulf me,
Alone I carry the sad song, this is my battle and it is different from everyone.
I think back to yesterday, and how it all keeps fading away,
The losses I have bared on the naked silk of my shoulders,
Agonizing as the needles tear at my flesh.
Bit by bit it whips me, yet I will never submit to it,
This battle has carried on for way too long and unnervingly I carry on,
Though today I am feeling a little shy of empty.

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