Spaces and Everything Else

Inspired by Bukowski, although, he never wrote much about this sort of thing.

I can't write About ordinary things anymore And I can't decide if It's your fault Or mine

The keys are dead And the pen is dry. I guess all people come apart Eventually. Leaving just empty bottles In rooms with no room With lamps with no lamp shades.

It is all blank paper Like dead leaves That want In ways that are so heavy They shatter diamonds And freeze the fires Into cold marble Statues that stand Forever for everything that is So alive that it kills you To know that it exists In every way With out You.

I can't write because the Space between each letter is filled With doubts and Beliefs stoned grey Like weathered Tombstones.

The space is folded over With terrified loneliness. And worst of all The space is Filled with Space.

Just space...

You have eaten my Moon and stars And sun.

The only thing I see now Is the space between us.

I am baptized In want and desire For you.

Reviews

[Cobblestone Traveler]

Wow, excellent job! You portray the yearning and the soul's emptiness vividly. My favorite lines are "And freeze the fires into cold marble". I enjoyed the read.