I’m forcing myself
To write again
For there is an emptiness in me
That needs to be filled
It seems that dusk is all I walk through
Never truly sad
But also never really happy
Engaged with a constant struggle with myself
I feel enervated
I must be a fool
To fight myself
And still seem to lose
Something is missing
Something I seek
But cannot seem to keep
Scarcely, I let the old scars heal
Without the wish for retaliation
I resumed myself
But then the emptiness came
I felt much less
Colder than ever before
I need some warmth again
Someone that wouldn’t be a mirage
Is that to much to ask for
bglavac
irida
edin.kecanovic
