Requiem for a FoolA Poem by Jeremy BakerMy bed is empty. Empty like my heart, like the pockets in my coat, the ones with holes in them. My house is empty, too. There is no noise, just the calcifying veins that carry hollow ice cubes around my empty body. My head is empty. I can not keep a thought there before it flies away, unbidden, stillborn before I see it, buried in an unmarked grave. My words are empty. They have no meaning, a politician’s words - like the ‘sorry’ that follows a breakup, they render me mute. My life is empty. Statistics on a resumé page, lists of people known and places visited, relationships broken and never healed. I am empty. And now I’d like to die. © 2011 Jeremy BakerReviews
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Added on July 13, 2011Last Updated on July 13, 2011 AuthorJeremy BakerBusselton, South West, AustraliaAboutI'm a former English & Literature teacher who has always enjoyed the magic, power and simple romance of words well written. My favourite writers include Pablo Neruda, Liam O'Flaherty, Anthony Eaton.. more..Writing
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