Cris Navarro Poet Rhyme

Empty

In this place where I stand, and sit, and stare,
Amongst closed doors and beckoning walls of silence.
Where nothing from inside, out and above can share,
With this box that binds the body to its essence....

I am not free, held captive, a prisoner of sorts,
From this place where I walk about and over,
And again and again in seemingless effort,
Bound by the chain that serves shelter and cover.

In this shallow, and unglad, desert of a place,
There I thirst for void that fills my being empty,
As I find the infinite nothingness of space,
I ask, and plead and cry that nothing allure me.

I lay dead inside, not out, from this open world,
With my will asking none as the body having,
Though doors are open, I, and my heart shuts them cold,
In end I lay amongst gold, but rest with nothing.

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Donna Golden October 11, 2009 at 11:02 PM This piece speaks volumes of truth and sadness. Well done, Cris. Donna G.

Kim Hilliker October 11, 2009 at 9:04 AM Well written poem, Cris. That dead feeling inside sucks. Good luck to you. I hope you feel better soon. Kim

Lynette Chachere October 11, 2009 at 4:25 AM For a heart that is closed, there is always a key to lure it open and begin a new.to heal.I can relate a lot to your feeling of emptiness Cris, I've been there, and it really is a dark place, where your vessels are nothing but dried up and empty,with no blood.