A black hollow bowl, <br />The bowl... <br />Is my heart <br />I am a pioneer of pain <br />Nobody understands, nobody can see. <br />The pain that is, being me <br />The dogs no longer acknowledge me <br />With their solidarity bark <br />Because they know that I <br />Am dead inside <br />Within the hollow chambers of my tortured being <br />There lies no more a beating heart <br />Instead a lonely pack of 6AA batteries <br />That beat this fountain of wasted tears through my wasted body<br /><br />Annabelle James<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-on-a-bowl/
