Emptiness Poem by Raj Arumugam

Emptiness



We creep into our beds
cold, lonely and sinking.
There is an emptiness that pervades all
as one lies in bed, a wingless pod covered by cloth
and a mind taken by some inhabitant
that has sucked all thoughts dry
and looks for congealed blood in the marrow





(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))

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