Lack.

[i]I feel a lack, no click for my clack
A tickless tock, a handless clock
No purpose

I thought far and wide
till my tears all dried
and empathy died
inside

On the wrong track, balloon gone slack
tongue dumb, prick finger numb
No feeling

I feel a lack, give it back, give it back.[/i]

Very good; a memorable little piece.

Excellent piece.

Great poem :slight_smile:

nice rhythm to the words. playful rhythm and a serious subject - but it seems to work well in this poem

groovy :smiley:

Thanks people.

Yes.
Exactly.
Give it back.

Great piece.

-Thirst

thanx thirst.