Hollow by Rachel Toner

A sad and hollow feeling
Comes over me and takes
It’s form within me.I feel each day that
It becomes harder and
Harder to paint the
Smile onto my face.

I do not know who I am.
Nor what I am.
With no routine to guide me,
I lose myself in the endless hours.

In the broader spectrum
Of tragedy, I have
Little to demand

I read of sadness
Every day and attempt
To put myself in the
Position of others.

But, I am alive.
I am alive.

When we lose our
Empathy for others
That is when we lose ourselves.


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