These poems are for Kush

Empty

I am empty

My thoughts are drained

With exhaustion and emotion

And imagined poetic pain

The world looks quiet

I sometimes feel it is new

I have had my share

of experiences far and few

quite quiet time in the evening

The light in the morn

The empty echo in my home

When everyone has gone

I am empty

But maybe I am un-full-filled

I need something or someone

To stop this until

I run out of words

I run out of chance

I fall down exhausted

Having done the last dance

I am half empty sometimes

and sometimes I am half full

It is sometimes golden

But mostly bull

Empty Empty Empty

Makes echo dull noise

Pour Pour Pour

till I regain poise

3 responses

  1. We all know that place, cast an eye around you may see us hiding in the shadows

    March 5, 2012 at 9:27 pm

    • well I just wrote a poem because of your love in commenting- it is called Kind and is dedicated to you Willow . 21

      March 5, 2012 at 9:55 pm

      • Is that true…………… thank you . :) x

        March 6, 2012 at 3:04 am

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