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Apr 18, 2025
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The Endeavor
I feel empty most days.
A hollow being
Trying to fill myself with anything
But there are holes in my feet
I've tried taping them up
with self-care and therapy
but grief and doubt force them open again
I try to stand, unyielding
Telling myself
That it's okay to be empty
But the winds of desperation
Create a resonance
Singing praises of dissatisfaction
So I continue to force feed myself
covering the holes
hoping to, one day, feel
fulfilled
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - draft
Comments
neopoet
2 months 1 week ago
Neopoet AI - version 2.0
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:
The poem explores emotional emptiness through a sustained metaphor of a hollow being with holes in the feet, effectively illustrating the struggle to find fulfillment. The imagery of "holes in my feet" and the attempts to patch them with "self-care and therapy" is clear and accessible. However, the metaphor could be expanded or deepened to provide additional layers of meaning or emotional resonance. Consider clarifying or elaborating on the nature of the "winds of desperation" and how they specifically amplify dissatisfaction. Additionally, the phrase "force feed myself" is vivid but somewhat abrupt; it could benefit from additional context or imagery to enhance its impact. The poem's conclusion, expressing a hope to feel fulfilled, is relatable but somewhat expected—consider exploring a more nuanced or less predictable resolution to strengthen the emotional complexity of the piece.
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Geezer
2 months 1 week ago
I felt the...
emptiness, the striving to patch the holes with tape and having it come undone, leaving yourself unfulfilled and empty.
I do believe that the word should be [singing] rather than singling, in the line "praises of dissatisfaction." ~ Geez.
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BlueSkies
2 months 1 week ago
Geezer,
Thank you very much for the correction and I appreciate the kind words.