Running on E,
Empty, my thoughts have
decided to run away,
they flee free me.
Running on E,
I let the empty get the best
of Me. I reach out-
towards the empty sky,
not a cloud in sight.
Running on E,
Grabbing outwards for the
poetry. To take a hold of Me.
But too much everything equates
a void.
Running on E,
but I digress.
Where did I misplace the Lioness?
Where did I misplace the Poetess?
Running on E,
nothing comes very easy.
The thoughts all roll right out of my brain,
catching like embers burning into fire,
as the free-verse falls down.
Running on E,
a hapless clown.
How to quench this thirst,
of creating something out of
nothing?
Running on E,
it leaves me screaming-
so loud- my lips leave no sound.
The words all blocked up,
a corked up wine bottle.
Running on E,
the empty sound of silence,
What is left to say?
Where do the poem-words take you,
Anyway?
Empty, Empty, Empty,
and then like Humpty Dupty,
We All fall down.
Falling down again.
With a crash.