Saturday, December 10, 2016


So many pieces
Have been given away now --
A void opens up

It is rather dark
And surprisingly soundless
Except for echoes

Filling the empty
(Or trying to), with attempts
At conversation

Words fall unheeded
On the ears of the busy.
Retreat to silence

Seek answers within?
Find my very own wellspring?
I need a flashlight. 

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