Little Short Poems

Empty [July 01 2011]

There is a bottle

on the empty road.

Came to hold it,

to bring it,

only to find it empty too.

In the vast lands of

the dream,

or probably even reality, 

i am in.

I do not wish to wake up.

I close my eyes and open it

to blink continuously.

Only to find,

someone holding my hand.

I find them all,

holding my hand.

But as i look down,

I see a big hole in the space where my

heart is supposed to be.

Beating and living for me.

Instead. I see nothing.

I'm not making sense, I know.

But all i feel is a great deal of emptiness.

Like a big, massive nothingness

is sucking me in the dark space

that we don't even know exists.