I have a broken soul I’ve never known why Empty, alone, and longing Longing for something Something I can’t quite see Something I don’t understand When you know why Why it is broken There is hope That it can be fixed That it can be made whole But when it is a mystery? You prod at this You poke at that You pull and twist and turn You feel the pain The broken edges inside you You feel the emptiness Emptiness that will never be filled No closer to understanding why The feeling of it all being so wrong Time is running out If nothing else is clear There is at least that A sense of urgency as days slip past No closer to knowing No closer to filling That need Finally accepting that you never will
Larry Cornett is a writer who spent many years of his life writing design specifications, product requirements documents, and business plans. He yearned to break free and explore the words that flow when imagination is allowed to run wild. This newsletter is a collection of his work when his sleeping mind is allowed to come out and play.