Empty
Like hallowed ground
A vessel
With no echo of sound
Twisting
Tortured free falling
A thought
An unrequited calling
Tired
Threadbare silent thunder
Shapeless
Trapped in worthless wonder
Burdened
Committing a crime
Unproductive
Through passing of time
Crumpled
A discarded flower
Useless
Attempts have no power
Poet
Witty creative Prose
Speechless
The blank page shows
(4/23/14 4: 06pm)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem