Poem: Empty

Empty Suddenly it’s all gone quiet, If emptiness had a sound, It’d feel like a riot. My hearts stopped beating, My hands have turned blue, No kiss on my lips, The love drained through. As I rest my head, The only comfort I get, Is one of feathers encased in lead, As I lay in my poison bed. I stay calm and collected, But I want to feel more, Where’s my satin sheets, The ones that I asked for. I’m demanding too much, But theirs no one to hear my call, So I lay there, Waiting, Begging, Give me more.

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“We grow to give new meaning to old words” - Jessica (podcast speaker) New poems encapsulated modern day struggles but no struggle hasn’t been heard of before. Poems are time capsules that were never dated. They were buried in the past but remain intact in the present.