Empty, the cages that we
build around our lives.
Empty, the cages
that we build inside our minds.
Empty, the words used
to describe, how it feels for it to be so
Full, I pound my fists and scream to be
Full, I drag you down.
But today, emptiness throughout.
But I am claiming, it is empty, so who am I?
Empty, the thoughts I have and
Empty, my lima bean toes.
Empty, today I think and
Empty, tomorrow grows.
inside of me, off in the distance
draped in the moon,
I won’t stop until these
walls are not Walls.