Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Miming

I reached inside to the place where my heart used to be. 

But, there was just nothing left to give from that hollowed out cavity. 

What was once full.. is now empty.

I wanted to express how it felt. 

Though I had no image to describe it. 

A poet without a picture can only be silent. 

I am mime without motion

I have only this face of painted emotion.