Empty Cup Poem by Lihle Shezi

A gust of silence fills this empty cup.
As my think pot pours thoughts to this empty cup.
'What are you drinking? ' 'My thinkings' inside this empty cup.

Empty! Empty is this cup.
I am my truest when lying.
I am more than a poet when staring.
Perception gathers-up, abduct coffee to blind-spots of this table.
What sight is able, to unclock the curse, anvils.
My blinkings string-up threads
of oxygen into empty water-vapour.
Empty, my cup of dreams was on my birth day.
High school drank up juicies of potentials i had.
Empty, my cup of manhood growing up without a dad.

Empty! Empty is this cup.
I am my truest when lying.
I am more than a poet when staring.