The Full and Empty House

 ​I have a spouse, a house, and health,

I have what many call their wealth.

 My parents call, my siblings 'care' ,

But still, I find a darkness there.

​The rooms are clean, the walls are tall,

But no shadow hits the wall.

No little voice, no messy floor,

Just silence waiting at the door.

​My friends all talk, the strangers chat,

About this life, and this and that.

They tell me I am doing well,

Inside a quiet, lonely shell.

Some chase me for what they want, 

Some please me for what they can't 

Many follow me because they are reminded. 

Any of these are not my kind. 

​My soul is hear, our hands may touch,

But nothing seems to matter much.

I smile at them, I play the part,

While coldness settles in my heart.

​I have it all, the world can see,

But no one truly hears or sees me.

A house that's full, a life that's spread,

With nothing but the dark ahead

Sikaran

JAN 26