Hollow

I am hollow, I am empty;

But I am happy,

Can somebody explain this irony?

It goes against everything I have learned.

I like to give, I like to care,

I fall in love in my dreams,

But I fear it,

In the broad daylight.

I have nothing to say, I have no words left,

Tell me “is this how it is always going to be?”

I seek naught,

Life can throw up what it likes.

I heard someone say;

“you’ll find somebody to make you complete”

I mocked him saying; “do I need someone to complete me?

Am I not absolute as myself?”

I am writing after a long hiatus,

To express all that I don’t feel,

The void is welcome,

After all these years of turbulence.