The Blanked Page

You know there are times,

Times when you feel

Too stuck too mundane too simple

When you have everything going on just fine

When you believe that life has everything

Yet nothing

I guess that’s how one feels

If they have no motive and no aim to move forward to

That’s the curse and the boom I suppose

When you that there is an end

But you also seem to be nonchalant

When you don’t have anything to look forward too

They say people gradually find themselves

And some don’t

Always dissatisfied lacking

Feeling like a void

A vessel perhaps

Which you can't use to store something

Because nothing fits quite right in it

A mannequin that never embraces or adorns just the right clothing

Perhaps the feeling of not fitting in

Is like a chronic disease

Or more like a rheumatoid disease

Something that you cant actually cure

It's like just plain cheap medicines

Cheap substitutes to subside the pain

To relieve the pain

Just a little bit at a time

But it stays

It stays along

And doesn’t disappear

It stays and is incurable

Hurts parts of you

Taking it away and leaving you hurting

And after sometime

You just get used to it

That feeling of numbness and emptiness

Grows on you perhaps

And that’s it

That’s all that is left

Of a numb heart

And an empty soul.