Hollow

and now it is time for a good dose of angst, because there really were days when you felt like this...

Poem 7: Hollow, 28th July 2001, age 18
Hollow
Like a log
Fallen.

Dream your dreams
Of colour and stars
Ride through life
In fast fancy cars.
Plan all the places
Where one day you’ll go,
Imagine all the faces
That one day you’ll know.
Paint a picture
Of who you will be,
Memorise your fantasy
Until its all you can see.
Write your life into
A beautiful book,
Finish with the day
Where you like how you look.
Fly
Like a bird,
Pure.
Free.

Dream all your dreams
No one else can,
And remember – failure
Is the worst thing know to man.
Realise the truth
And don’t miss your calling,
Enjoy being at the top
Before you start falling.
Reach for the moon
The stars are too high
Fall to your knees
As you start to cry,
Keep feeding your fire
And let it burn,
I’ve heard that love is the
Greatest thing I’ll learn

Fly
like a bird.
Pure.
Free.
No I’m
Hollow
Like a log
Fallen.