These empty halls, these never-ending walls, that I keep coming back to.
These lonely rooms feel like empty tombs with no one in sight.
The shelves are lined, yet still untouched.
Yes, there are people here, but you wouldn't be able to tell if you weren't told so.
The empty shells of people living in empty rooms and empty halls.
The empty people complete their empty lives every day.
An empty girl is surrounded by a sea of content, full people, but you wouldn't be able to tell she
was empty.
Her smile is full on the outside, but empty in the inside.
An empty boy walks full halls at a full school.
Everyone surrounding him is full.
No one can tell he is empty because his mind is stuck inside his empty device, just like other full people.No one knows but those who live in these empty halls.
The empty rooms constrict the empty people inside.
The empty halls tighten, making it barely possible for the empty people to enter.
The empty people can't escape.
It is their empty life.
Inside these empty rooms.
Inside these empty halls.
YOU ARE READING
The Aden Grey Poetry Contest
PoetrySo Aden, for those who didn't know him, loved poetry. He was the one to get me into it. The first poem I ever wrote was for him, about him. This is something I meant to do a while ago but I kept avoiding painful memories. This is a poetry contest of...
