The prompt for yesterday was to write an ode. Maybe I'll write one later today. This one comes from Day 10's form challenge, to write a poem of 10 lines with 10 syllables in each line. I couldn't quite get what I wanted on that day, but managed this morning:
Inside, I’ve tried to keep some kind of strength
Inside, the voice whispers, “it’s all unreal.”
Inside, I wonder if life continues
Beyond this existence, beyond our small cells
Inside this pattern of experience.
Outside, I’ve tried to maintain a façade
Outside, others claim to know the answers
Outside, I wonder if something I’ve missed
Beyond what we feel, beyond what we see
Outside will unlock all this emptiness.