Dark Poetry From A Twisted Mind

Forego the Joy

There was joy
but now
there's nothing.

Just empty words...
the shallow echo
of silly words
that mean nothing.

Thoughts
that no one
will claim.

Ideas
that will never
go anywhere

except to bounce
off of my closed ears.

I guess I could listen.
But I just can't care
what anyone says
anymore.

Copyright 2006, 2018
by Insomnia
August 18, 2006
5:20 a.m.