Emptiness

Days go by with nothing to look forward to,

Life pauses forever as if stuck and rusted through and through.

He digs, he scrapes, and he tries to shine up with all his might,

The dust still doesn’t go away and nothing seems right.

Its not sorrow that plagues his soul, nor pain that cuts like a knife,

He did everything he wanted to do and have out of life.

Contented he should feel, yet he feels nothing at all,

Years of practice to hold himself back might have taken a toll.

What of those plans to go travelling round the World and learning how to play guitar?

So much time to spare and now he lacks the courage to go that far.

The boyhood dreams to go swimming on lazy afternoons and counting the stars all night,

Those wishes have faded away with time and now there are no new ones in sight.

A pill for blood pressure, a pill to keep the heart beating the right pace,

A special diet to digest all those pills, and more pills, just in case.

The body has aged and the vision has grown murky and dark,

But most of all it’s the stupor of comfort and success that has robbed him of his spark.