Blank

Sometimes I am blank.
Wandering in an open field.
Alone.
Thinking of nothing.
Void of desperation,
hope,
loss,
confusion.
Other times I am full to the brim.
Reeking of these things.
Pity and truth.
Sadness and anger.
Anything,
Everything.
Blank.

Reviews

[ms. barrie]

i love the way you convey the contradiction
of the the title of this poem, when it fact, the rest of this poem states otherwise. you're blank, yet full of feelings, very poignant and your words are eloquently written. - this is a great write, thanks for reviewing "Maine" - looking forward to reading more of your work, write on and on :)

[Phillitup]

Thanks for the kind words...I enjoyed your writing a lot so I'm happy that you like mine.

[ms. barrie]

Wow, thanks so much for saying that, really means a lot to me! i will be sure to look forward to reading more of your stuff also, sorry i haven't reviewed more of your work, i will be sure to rectify that as soon as i can! Keep writing on, enjoy the ride :)

[Phillitup]

thnx

[angelface13]

This is extremely interesting. I think it shows a good picture of how are lives are. Sometimes busy, with small bits of peace. You don't have to add periods.

[Phillitup]

I know. I felt like it stopped the story I was telling abruptly...which fit this piece. Thanks for reading.

[angelface13]

Okay!

[Phillitup]

Thanks again for your review!