Empty, too

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 ghost possess

Empty head, no dreams or schemes, a plea for lead

Too empty, too empty

art: (untitled) by Zdzisław Beksiński

*05.02.20.18.24

Published by a.d.matthias

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