What Is This Emptiness

What is this emptiness

buried deep inside me,

like an injured creature

warning “Let him be”.

Such a deep black hole

where all hope resides,

feelings barren as a

beach without its tides.

Brief little encounters

of Cupids aimed love,

each ending in despair

alas no sun above.

No matter who they are

each always did go,

some soon some not

but in a steady flow.

One by one

once two by two,

each slipping away

lacking life’s special glue.

Wanting to be liked

sometimes in quest of love,

never the right fit

like an old worn out glove.

I’m not a bad man

and people do like me,

why do I feel chained

so unable to be free.

Maybe a favor given

the telling of a joke,

all to get a smile

a glimmer of hope.

Come one come all

life’s a party and fun,

just take a chance

you could be the one.

Show me I’m wrong

with a hand to grip,

to be a real friend

my heart not to rip.

What is this emptiness

buried deep inside me,

like an injured creature

warning “Let him be”.

Gary R. Cramer

August 24, 2015