EMPTY I AM

I still feel all this emptiness. Nothing can fix me, not even a beer. Gazing to space of the nothingness of the day. Facing this boringness every day. Why dont I feel like everyone else in this story I know once I'm dead my poetry is going to be the next big deal to the ground with one of the most ugliest truthful comment life really means nothing. I'm just a machine trying to get a clear picture but my pieces is hazy never clear. I am existing in a different state of mind never near. My heart is dangerous. I'm unstable under rated understanding and unfortunately unforgivable. I laugh not because I'm happy but because I'm awake and aware that life is so Simple that it is silly and dull and boring. I am a traveler by the different cities different States but the same people no matter the race,culture, and enivorment ever thing is the same and against me all odds is on me and as far as me I carry every day on my back like a salvational slave surviving. When I walk the dogs bark. If you read the bible you would know that means I'm Egyptian and not Christian Yet and still I embrace emptiness even though I know the truth of who I am. Emptiness and stubbornness consumes me I am hollow like the king of Egypt and I embrace every part of my hollowness, empty I am.