Empty, Empty: A Poem

Empty empty, I am like a room without air, drowning in my despair who would care on this train fare?

Empty, empty, like a sea without water, my soul is dry, like a canvas without paint, my life without color.

Empty empty like a field of flowers without any smell, an unknown fragrance fills the void like a cow without milk, I utter with no replete

Empty empty like a broken vase that cannot hold water is like my soul fragmented into pieces

Empty empty like an abandoned amusement park, it had memories of joy yet was desolate

Empty empty like a legless runner who fails to run a marathon so to my heart without pumps to give me life to run.

Empty empty like a honey bee defending its home and losing its stinger, rupturing its stomach and dying.

I am empty because I take lithium.

I take it to manage my moods, and it numbs me, making me feel empty.

I wrote this poem to capture this feeling.