Treasure Island

Vera Sidhwa


I Went Without


I went without the breath,
Of life today.
I didn't read any words I could say.

My soul poured out it's essence,
It manifested itself in emptiness.
I went without my soul.

My stomach growled in it's no food style.
There was no food for me,
The stomach was empty I could see.

My house had no sight, no one, no sound.
There was nothing for me all around.
My heart, my soul, my being were empty.

How do I get full again?

Submitted: Saturday, September 14, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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  • Thomas A Robinson (9/16/2013 6:46:00 AM)

    If you dance upon a star
    sing to a unicorn afar
    bask in the kobalt seas
    or just do something that you may please
    Open a bottle of ginger ale
    feel it tickle when you inhale
    or perhaps make rabbit stew
    Oh no! that bearly won't do (Report) Reply

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