Second

in the lull of this barren moment
a strangling feeling creeps in
i struggle to keep my composure

it arises waiting to overpower me
tear down that V-A-C-A-N-C-Y sign
and 'fill my emptiness' is my plea

i folded together a paper plane
to relieve me of being lonesome
it's flight brings me soaring free

while the wait for your return
is a task supremely daunting
it's left me to extreme exposure

so i pick up my chin to say
meet me yonder in turquoise dreams
your absence withold from 'We'


`

by Frederick Kesner

Comments (1)

That was really good I enjoyed the 'free space' that your poem includes