I am nothing but hollow
a hole so yellow
my words are like fetid air
all I’ve got is inconsistent despair
I wish to renew my dreams
chase away the stale realms
I, too, was a hoping girl once
but both luck and ball bounce
I’m left with nothing to say
with my years I pay
in tear and sighs, for so long, my cowardness lay
Did I ever think myself worthy?
Did I ever think that I was owed something?
Now I crawl under the shadow of the damned tree
trying to hide while my shame runs free.
the sieve and the sand 
i dont know what to say other than i liked it
have you tried hallowed? its always a good place to go next…
Thanks, Sir Collins.
@ Sir Mugs: Hallowed is an excellent suggestion, I’m glad you have recognized my hallow-ness or the potential of thereof.
from Freaky de child, Lord of the Hallow Land
love the title and the first three lines, but the self-questions at the end remind me all-too-uncomfortably of the self-esteem issues i had as a teenager….