Empty

I think I've written all there is to write;
there's nothing left inside me.
I am now as empty as can be,
there is nothing left to come to light.

Emptiness is the symptom of what's wrong
All the meaning departed.
The deadly rot inside has started
and nowhere do I think I belong.

There seems to be nothing left to be said
because I feel so little.
My emotional life seems brittle.
The truth is that I may as well be dead.

I'm wondering if this also shall pass
and all the inspiration come back
or if it if gone and has gone black.
I hope it is the former not the last.

©2012  C. Boeneman

Invisibllity

They thought it was an empty chair
but in actuality I was there.
You see, I can't be seen,
Invisible,behind a screen.

Empty things tend to be ignored;
they're only seen when something's being stored.
They're often passed by
That also explains why so am I.

Invisible or empty, which?
Maybe I am both which might be a switch.
Not one, not other
maybe the same as one another.

In The Wilderness

My spirit is dry

feelings are gone

except desperation

and some hopelessness.

A most worthless rock

dust to moredust

spirit to nothingness

soul to absurdness.

Desert so arid

soul so empty

void fills my whole spirit

soul is affectless.

No point to empty

soul existing;

it may as well vanish

to be is baseless.

"Keep walking," they say,

"the desert ends."

It won't last forever, 

it is not breadthless.

The wilderness is

a crucial place.

We need to go, to crawl

though it comfortless.

The soul needs struggle

to ever grow

into what it should be:

in connectedness.

****Inspired by a conversation I overheard with a rabbi.

Silence

Silence...

A welcome sound.

Peace, when it's needed most.

Death, your arms reach out to grasp me.

...I'm here.

Take me...

I want to leave.

Life's sharp needles murder...

Sitting inside me just waiting...

Waiting...

Fall, 1973

Walls and Bridges

Brick upon brick
joined with mortar
building them high
making them strong.
Built around things
they form a wall
Built over holes
they become a bridge.
Stone around soul
wood over hope
One is not seen,
one set aflame. 
Knock down the wall
killing psyche.
Burn down the bridge
while still on it.


You can still jump.