Empty Sounds
The long night hours of waking
That haunt my very soul
The reaper stands before me
And beckons me be told
The people stand behind me
With words of empty sounds
Promises of everything
But nothing to be found
The rusty wheels are turning
Of work that should be done
The people here, Im learning
Know fools that walk as one
Where are the ones I trusted
I stand so much alone
With words and empty meanings
And a heart that’s turned to stone
Copyright © Robyn Blauw | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment