The Empty

  Hollow echoes in the well reverberate

From empty cisterns long ago gone dry

There's been no rain and no clouds in sight

And even if there came a down-pour I've

got no sun inside

In there only darkness now resides

All the bones in me sigh in this land of plenty

and the rations have all become malnourishing

and skimpy

I'm a valley of death at best and, "Yea, though I

walk thru this valley," surely, "Goodness and Mercy,"

have from me departed

So my soul has become parched and discarded

This is an ode to the, "Broken-hearted," and an

admonition to the, "Fallen,"

I take these pills to feel something and nothing

Hoping to resurrect, "Ghost-flowers," that have not

for so long grown

On second-thought, "Fuck it, no I don't,"