Full of emptiness

By: Jose Arriaga

I walk upon the same stage

Only thing different is my age.

People used to tell me it’ll all be well

but those words couldn’t reach my bottomless hell.

I don’t know if my life is based on sadness with short term happiness

or happiness with long term misery

but what I do know, is that my head’s a mess

and the clutter changed me.

Except for the flowers, I became a vase

because I stand tall in my place

with a body and face

but inside it’s just empty space.