Never Ever Real by Mike Williams 01/20/2017 @ 6:01 P.M.

I feel hollow and empty as an old wash pot. 
Rusted, dusty, worn, and forgot. 
Hung up long, long ago in the old shed. 
With cobwebs and paper nests in my head. 

I feel lost as a child in a grocery store. 
Crying from fear and fright by the door. 
Separated from mother for the first time. 
Searching, and searching, but can not find. 

I feel dark as a shadow upon the wall. 
Lonely and strange with no voice at all. 
Trapped, and dependant, and stretched long. 
Aimless and wondering where I belong. 

But of all the things that I most feel, 
Your love for me was never ever real.