pand[EMpty]ic

This is not the emptiness of a valley - not some majestic thing,

flanked by slumbering mountains of rocky grey. No eagles 

swoop ahead, cutting through a mesmerising blue - right on

cue. A visionary vacancy for your polaroid camera, no. 

This is a human life, not even violently pillaged, plundered. 

No solemn figures of sentimental value strewn across

the vault of heart and mind; bank robbery or other malign-

ant design. 

It's the emptiness only a seed can know - yet to grow - 

an is endowed with only a could; do you not catch my 

drift, because I'm telling you the best I can

I'M F*****G EMPTY. 

The clock ascends, climbs the sky 

and I want to cry

for all the loss

for all that was.