Nothingness.

From where I am sitting,
there are mountains a plenty.
I’m in awe of its beauty,
Yet inside I’m so empty.

The sun’s almost setting,
into the sky of grey hue.
Picturesque and perfect,
Yet inside I’m so blue.

In the dark of the night,
To their homes birds are flying.
I see the stars come to life,
Yet inside I am dying.

How could I be surrounded
with such beauty and life,
Yet be drawn to the darkness
Straying far from the light.

Written By Vi Dinh-Ea, 2014.

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