Meeting
In a crowd where theirs always an
empty chair,
we gather.
All of us feel apart from,
dissected,
alone.
We've been rejected.
For quite some time, I sat.
Reflecting hurt and secrets
still
locked behind stone walls,
yet.
The only one
(well really a fabrication I chose to
believe who remotely mattered , . . .
. . .me.)
And
all I was able to see were two huge eyes
full of anguish
A
Soul
oozing
nothing but grief and despair, all of me,
myself,
and my
E M P T Y N E S S
exposed.
Copyright © Kim Porter | Year Posted 2007
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