Empty

by

John William McGrath III

What do I long for in my spirit?
Honestly, What do I desire?
As a human, do I want to hear it?
To what, really, does my soul aspire

I say that I long to see my God...
But at this moment, I can't emote
I feel no desire, I feel like a clod
I cannot see, why am I so remote?

There is no sadness, nothing here
Here am I, far from my normal state
My feelings are rife, Sadness to cheer
But not now, they are all in subjugate

To what? I am not tired! nor sleepy
I started out to write a lovely verse
Normally I would say this is creepy
but I am comfortable, there is no curse

The closest I can come, is meditation
Eyes open, working on my rhyme
I know, this thought is overdone
I have no answer, Perhaps another time

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Why don't you look at Awake Child...
by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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