Empathetic
It is on nights like this, with my belly full
and my chest empty, that the moon points east
to her darkened half, and I ache to follow her arc
into the nothingness,
because I understand the void.
Tagged: Writing, Poetry, Poetic, Literature, Poem
This is beautiful, E. And, very sad.
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ReplyDeletelmao James what exactly does that mean?
ReplyDeleteIt means many things my child. Just kidding. I love this piece here. You've dazzled me; that's what that means.
ReplyDeleteNow get busy not reading my blog, you scallywag.
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