Empty

 

Empty,

This page upon the wall,

The sky through which I fall

Into the life I didn’t want,

Typing in this dead plain font.

Empty,

My mind at the current time,

Failing to invent a decent rhyme

To set a style for my own,

And set the world apart my soul.

Empty,

The world that I can’t grasp,

Despite the offered hands

That slip across my wrists,

Till those palms clench to fists.

Empty,

A clock missing its hands,

Disrupting the future and the past

For which some mourn,

The changing winds now a storm.

Empty,

The pulse of the people,

Flat-lined by science and steeple

Pointed high into the sky,

Pushing wingless angels out to fly.

Empty,

The glass only half full,

The end of change taking its toll

As we close off our minds,

Thinking today’s world is fine.

Empty,

Spirits, those of us who pick up the pen,

Deciding to change things for now from then

As did the minds of last noon,

Intent not on change; only for truth.

Empty

The eyes of all for this has read,

Stepping down from that throne inside your head

To see the effort was a waste

There’s only facts from a poem you didn’t want to face,

Empty,

This final stanzas final line,

To set an example of my lack to rhyme

These closing truths that are depending…

To prove that most of us are truly empty

Author's Note

This is one my favorite poems, as of recently. Unfortunately, it's a rather blunt poem, so you don't have to think a lot to understand it. Or do you? Read it, comprehend it, and move on. Or, you can search for a dual meaning. Not that there is one. I bet you thought the picture meant nothing as well. It's 30 after midnight, and I still don't think I can sleep. Oh well. I got these posted, and that was important. To me. Hmm. My mind's skipping....

Read this, and do what you will with it. I can't force anything, but I can hope, if you're the type to shut people down, hopefully you'll see how empty you are. After that sentence, most all of you will think "That's not me" and readily prepare yourself for a better view for the next type of person. That's my message for you. Don't be the one to push others down. Let others push you down, but be sure to push up harder. But why heed my advice. I'm of 16 years, speaking just of fear, unable to rhyme for the sake of time. Right?

Reviews

[Anjel]

i love the way this is laid out and the entire set up of it. brilliant!!

[amailleia]

Yeah, you can't rhyme. Mmmhmm. Totally. On a serious note though: once again a great poem. I really like it. It kinda has a way of reading to it that flows but makes you stop and digest it with every single-word line. It seems to be carefully thought out and very well written.

Brilliant once again, my dear Watson.