Hollow

Tragedies turn into arguments about semantics
Emptying the world of the humanity
That’s forged within

The loss of life boiled down to a statistic

So what does that tell the living?
That life’s not worth living

Why do I feel so empty?
Hollow
Like a ghost,
With wind passing through my soul

Maybe because as I look around me
I see that hollowness reflected back
In a world populated with the living
Why does it feel so dead?

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