Empty


Everything is nothing,
without someone;
all amounts to little,
just the same.

So many are suffering,
without number -
so many are dying,
without name.

As the time is passing,
nothing changes;
days increase in number,
waiting still.

Hoping for that someone,
to complete you;
protecting that dream, which,
none can kill.

Fearing that you may be,
Unremembered -
No one to at your death,
Shed a tear.

Loneliness becomes more,
than a feeling -
it becomes in truth your,
greatest fear.



(c) 2002 Robert H. Harrison