Emptyness

Not half- full
Neither half- empty.
Not too short.
Not even lengthy.
Bored to death.
Wasted hours.
All my feelings
They are
All the same
Yet same are none
A chill through my bones
And yet I burn.
All I said, all I wrote,
The entire length of this pointless note
Is as false as the life I live.
Emptiness - All I can give.