When Everything Is Empty

Some dreams that cannot be chased
Or achieved because we are too busy
Saying I cannot do it, when it is within
Reach. Mistakes that were once erased
And come back to haunt us. Being dizzy
With the world spinning too fast. Skin
That loses its firm elasticity and rings
Under our eyes because we are losing
Sleep. Feelings and emotions that are
Going down, leaving us without wings.

We know we are constantly choosing
Those that leave us empty and no star
To follow back home. What is the point?
To keep living our lives without feeling.
Cutting our wrists or smoking a joint
To ease all of the aching pain. Or dealing
With all of it alone on the cold bathroom
Floor. The onslaught of heavy rain that
Soaks us to our bones. Our vacant womb
And vessel with nothing more to give.
No more bone breaking swing of the bat.
I wish we had it in our hearts to forgive.