The Emptiness

There's an emptiness at the heart of any contained space: The air that fills a dome; an unanswered echo. There's an emptiness in my heart That reminds me that All of my ideas are empty: The floating leaves from a fumbled folder. Merely papers littering the sky. This emptiness reminds me How light and flimsy my desires really are and How gently they fall from the sky A confetti of mercy and best intentions. Shreds of emotions, That are in the end, Compared to Nothing, Merely litter from my mind.