Empty

It's a strange time again. For everybody who doesn't know how to feel

Empty

The flow of the unknown                                                                          

Where does it lead                                                                                

Lead by flown                                                                                        

When the known has fleed

What is left                                                                                            

When everyhing is gone                                                                              

A sudden theft                                                                  

I am so lone

The constant changed                                                                        

The colour of the water                                                                        

The constant’s new arranged                                                                    

It has now an opaque daughter

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime we can feel and know he emptiness. Just plain tire and needing reason to keep moving. I liked how you defined the word in the poem. The closing lines I liked.
"The constant changed
The colour of the water
The constant’s new arranged
It has now an opaque daughter"
Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Patricia]

Thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.