Empty
Empty
One step,
A singular tread,
And the very impression is
That I have aught need for
Or even should feel desire
For anything.
But no one,
Not even those closest to it,
Can comprehend
An inverted wish
Against these expectations.
The yearning for a taste
Reach deep down,
Ever so deeply
Inside these surging, waisted,
Intuitive lusts
For one whom nobody knows
Save their existence.
Copyright © Alexander Ray | Year Posted 2020
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