Empty

If it's burning out, might as well make a bonfire of it. Well played. I'm wishing there was a way to start having us know on some level that it is about a poem, but less concretely so (without the "wrote" and "keystroke") so that as you develop the metaphor of the stillborn baby we are a bit more ill-at-ease. Perhaps Mr. Cadabra is being literal. But it actually is a pretty darned good poem as it stands and I'm just fishing for something smart to say down here beneath it.

Thanks Stevo - good call on my helpless ambiguity!
I didn't tinker much with this which is unusual for me.
Maybe I was too seduced by the kick in the gut ending and could have done better.
The morning news made me angry (as usual) & perhaps my subconscious was wondering if what we can actually achieve with our writing (beyond personal therapy & self indulgence)is really the biggest question we have to answer.  

Best ~ Abra

new to these caves and look at the underground poet laureate hiding in the rocks, varied, crass, smart, poignant, much to digest in the dark of your grotto impressive mr Abra

reading you after long Poet, though your masterful pieces ever inspire this soul. The message burns out strong in s2 in a divine glow..though the zeroing down to the now-ness grim scenario is a reality..said stark in the rains n silencing crickets n mother's moans and finally yet again , the stillborn! This is a  thoughtful logical metaphor to focus on the title. loved the deep sentiments & emotions streaked across.
Thankyou for this read ! :)