Empty

Empty


Empty,
 a crushed milk carton
tossed in the trash,
small amounts of liquid still lingering
in a far off corner at the bottom
souring by the minute

And as I look
down into the wasteland,
the photo I see,
in black and white,
bent and misshapen,
creased through the middle
as the one missing
from my life…
is of you


Then I realize
it is I who am…
empty

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Deborah Burch

Date: 1/10/2017 2:31:00 PM

Oh!! Oh!! I love this one Chris!! Totally awesome!! :) big hugs!!

Chris Green
Date: 1/10/2017 3:56:00 PM

Thanks so much Deborah. I am happy you enjoyed this one.

Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 1/10/2017 10:35:00 AM

Ah, my cherub voiced, romantic poet, you too can pen a dark tome I see. A really powerful poem though, all kidding aside. An Einsteinian quirk of causality. You looking at an object, with the unnerving realization that the object you're looking at is you. Fantastic poem, Chris. Very thought provoking. Love and peace to you.

Chris Green
Date: 1/10/2017 10:42:00 AM

Yep, every once in a while when I am not paying attention some darkness will leak out of my pen. :) Thanks so very much my friend.

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 1/10/2017 8:14:00 AM

That black and white photo...The past haunt us forever ...with its love and sorrow..making us feel empty..and not enjoy the present...Unless We realize..Its only when we are empty..hollow We can be re-fulfilled..when the time is right...This poem tucked on my heart-strings..Im playing a sad note.

Chris Green
Date: 1/10/2017 8:37:00 AM

Don't play that sad note too long my sweet friend, it's now time to smile.

Darren White

Date: 1/10/2017 12:39:00 AM

Wow Chris... as a souring milk carton, crushed. This is sad but more than that, it's poetry, evocative.

Chris Green
Date: 1/10/2017 8:37:00 AM

Thanks so very much Darren for your kind thoughts.

Robert Lindley

Date: 1/9/2017 7:40:00 PM

Deep sad and sadly true. Evil in this world creates monsters, monsters that kidnap, abuse and/or murder many of those missing kids! Solid 7 for this fine poem my friend!

Chris Green
Date: 1/10/2017 8:36:00 AM

Thanks for reading and commenting Robert. I appreciate your visit