And so I find myself back
here
at this place
my pockets empty...
no more love to give
as spare change or
bucketsful of cosmic sharing
my heart desolate...
the cobwebs not stirring
in any breeze or reflecting light
through the painful cracks
my mind empty...
a hollow space where
thoughts reverberate and
bounce off the walls
like pingpong balls...
light
white
inconsequential
just weightless and out there
YURI DURAAN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-return-20/
