08 September 2011

an old piece

I remembered writing this years ago, and it seemed pertinent recently. So now I am posting it here after it collected dust on my much older blog.

I have grown and matured so much since then, and the broken relationship that this addressed is mended and better. But it was still a step for me.


What is there left to do
When the flow of words
From one vessel to the next
Has dried up
And there is nothing
Left to say?

What is there left to do
When the emptiness
Takes the place
Of that which was full
Of life
But now is nothing more than
A void?