To feel an emptiness

To be unfulfilled

Realizing what you

Thought was yours

Turned out

Not to be real

What is it like to be happy

And never sad

What is it we get out of life

Because when we die

We lose what we once had

Isn’t that sad

You go through life


Trying to get something

So bad

But in the end you die

Searching for something

Only death has

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written in 1997.

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