Category: Poetry


C. Phil Brunson 2013

What is this deep feeling,
Down deep in the pit of my soul,
So weighted, tense, and wriggling,
Yet so empty, and void?

What are these thoughts,
Forward in my head,
So intruding, and demanding,
Yet driving and pleasant?

What is that empty feeling,
In the center of my chest,
Lifeless, burdened, and hollow,
Yet found wanting?

Is the only reprieve,
A simple thought,
A memory of a past vision,
Or a brief chance encounter?

I wait for the day that,
The soul is quite,
The thoughts are calm,
The heart is set whole.

I wait for the day,
You come back into my life,
Calming each others souls,
Thoughts, and hearts.

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