Empty

The hollow tree
On The Boulevard
Is bouncing in the
Vacuum of my soul
Unable to land
I have escaped
My stories
Emigrated from
My beliefs
This pulse
Is the audible
Archeology of
My flight

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6 thoughts on “Empty”

  1. Marya, While I am enjoying most of these shorter pieces, I cannot help thinking there is a longer poem brewing somewhere in the train of thought, or stream of continued consciousness taking place.>KB

  2. I thought this was not too short, not too long, but just the right length so say what you wanted to say. Carefully chosen words beautifully expressed. Love it. 🙂

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