Personal Questions

Written by: Leo Larry Amadore

What do you think?
Nothing.  Again, nothing.
I am as colorless as clear water,
as reflective as a mirror, as empty as a room
everyone just left.
What do you feel?
Nothing.  Once more, nothing.
I am as passive as a stone,
as fluid as a stream,
as shallow as a saucer...
Why do you lie?
I do not lie --
you see my exposed shell,
the walls inside which I
have become dessicated, shrunken,
hard, withdrawn --
an oyster, a clam, a snail --
a distracting polished whelk.