Empty table, blocked entry to the tower of babel Empty chairs, silent interrogation from vacant stares Empty plate, I scrape the fork to stay awake Empty wall, save shoulder-shaking, shadow shawls Empty room, though scent of stalking nightmares loom Empty breath, no sound to suffer or oxygen left Empty chest, no spirit haunt, or ghostContinue reading “Empty, too”
Monthly Archives: January 2020
Empty
A candle without wick Or wax An artist without hue Or muse I’m too empty to do either On my emptiness art: (untitled) by Zdzisław Beksiński *05.02.20.16.04