Empty pages

by OceanzestHamilton, Waikato, New Zealand

Jan 2021 303 Views 5 comments

Empty pages

Its the terror of the empty pages
and it all backs up
backs up like reams of emptiness
until all you can do
is lie and listen
to a city of bums
in the night
burying themselves
in their trashcan distractions

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Posted: Jan 2021

About this poem:

Close the shades, whistle a happy tune..

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Comments (5)

Mizzy4Navan, Meath IrelandJan 21, 2021

This poem encapsulates the empty , lonely feelings that present themselves in lockdown. The most difficult part is sitting with your feelings.

Regards Mick.

niah9Auckland, New ZealandJan 22, 2021

Oceanzest.....almost neighbour.......hope all is good with you and although family in the UK are suffering with lockdown, we here in NZ often feel we are walking on egg shells because we are the lucky ones living an almost normal life.....but your sad poem certainly would fit lockdown. Great words carried the feeling portrayed in your poem......Kathy NZ....