Empty spaces in between poetry,
Stare me in the eye,
Telling me not to hesitate,
From writing anything I like.
It is easy,
To fill it all up,
With layers of words that are cheesy,
What better will it be,
Than a road with potholes,
Filled with rain water.
But there's one more choice,
That I have,
To leave it with spaces in between,
As no river is completely full of lotuses,
Gaps are necessary,
To let the beauty of each flower shine bright.
And so we gather,
Memories of you we shall chatter.
Your soul fires within all of us,
To see you again in another life we trust.
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫?
𝐎𝐡 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭
Oh grief, Where have you brought And abandoned me. In this desert, I'm at my knees. Crumbling, Like this sand around me. Dissolving , Into this hill beneath my feet. Becoming a stain, Long and black. There's no water, To clay and mold me back. No jar, To hold my ash. Couldn't you free me too, Set my crumbs ablaze. Send me, end me, In choking embrace. What have I done People, there are none. In this desolate desert All stands inert. All but my tears, Ceaselessly, Endlessly, Hurt.