Empty and Hollow…Streams of Consciousness Saturday

His words sound hollow,
filled with empty promises
that he never meant to fulfil.

Her eye’s look empty,
they have no life in them
life has beaten her hollow.

They make quite a couple,
she holds on to his empty words,
he digs extra holes in her hollow state.

This poem sprang to mind once I saw Linda’s prompt for today ’empty/hollow.’ It stole through the quagmire of thoughts battling for position in my head. Maybe this is a mirror of how I feel lately, empty and hollowed out? I can’t even make precise sense of this poem ‘cos most times my poem has a story behind it.

Have a good weekend peeps.

Jacqueline