Half: Dark Poetry

 

My voice is silent.

I am vacant. Empty.

half

 

A dry umbrella.

An empty grave.

A soulless body.

 

I am the fat that’s cut away.

All of the flavor, none of the meat.

 

I am the clouds, looking for the sky.

All the puffy white, none of the blue.

 

I am the poetry without a poet.

The rhyme without the words.

The season without the flavor.

The writer without the muse.

 

I am lost, aimless, hopeless without you. I am half of what I was.

What’s a babygirl to do?

 

 

 

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Dark Poetry by Brittany Adams

Artist Unknown.