Empty
Empty
like bottled air
clinging to nothing real,
except to slippery inside walls
of space
Empty
like heart chamber
holding on to first love
bouncing back and forth, side to side
then gone
Empty
like nerve feeling
continued ceaseless pain
until all feeling is dissolved
or cold
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
First Place Winner ~ "An Old or New" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
July 20, 2011
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