Empty

“ Some pain; shut in the box that is harder than wood and metal.

By the looks of it, vast and crusty,

A lock that's fresh yet rusty.

A fear of LONELINESS lurking behind the mind,

The box would open for the pain to haunt me back.

I wish I could sink it deep in the oceans of my heart,

the tears that roll down now and then; I thought were the excess in the ocean.

Unfortunately, I realized the ocean just dried up; and all that is left of it is a barren land that feels nothing but Empty.”