Emptiness; the Wraith of Life

a feeling of loneliness overwhelms me again;
the emptiness which craves fulfillment
yet, never gratified.


An empty deserted well
I am redundant and inoperable
and an eyesore to the ever flowing fresh water beside me.


I am-
but living dead,
a silent and empty wraith.


Beneath the brilliant facade
and the joviality that I portray
is the mask of bliss that I wear each day.


I am a solitary creature,
an amorphous being
a gloomy silhouette that blends into the darkness surrounding.


Insignificant and trivial,
the appearance of absence of which
makes not a tiny tinge of difference.


Indeed, I am just
but another insignificant life-
nobody.


Drained.
Dejected.
Disheartened.