4th Annual Poems About Suicide Month

[ritwiksadhu33]

Wrote this in a block a few months ago:

 Empty

How empty are these words if you cannot read them,

Day.
We have traveled far and round
And seen nothing of ourselves in the world

How empty are these words
If you cannot hang them on a billboard
And say these are mine
That I am proud I said them

 How empty are these days
That they did not happen
Or happened only in darkness

When the clock turns it speaks of 
Nothing
When I turn my head
There’s nobody behind me
How empty the worlds
Of mine and beyond me
That I have forgotten them before they ended.