Emptiness
Long ago whispers
taunt me,
their soft echoes
fall just beyond
my reach,
as if our past
exists
in the next room;
I dread silence
like death,
while humming
everyday life
holds back the whispers
and memories,
keeping my heart safe
from you;
day or night,
I languish
with emptiness
swirling within
like a tornado
raging,
eroding my landscape,
my windswept desert;
destitution reigns,
the ghostly whispers
feathering,
caressing
my sanity,
always in the past,
always just beyond,
as my path unfurls
always forward.
© ACG
16 December 2010
