The EMPTY

the empty made me full
how?
non-answers, none answered
too busy to
explain yet
too idle to
understand..
the empty scared me
scares me
embarasses me
harasses peace
yet
so still like
dry leaf whispers
raspy advice to my life's bio..
autobio story bound & leather backed
moth nibbled but empty
me/she story related one-lined like
off color joke
laugh because
the tear ducts
empty
take me
my life
my pain
my love
my angles
my theories
and
secret them away
under
midnight shadowed elms
blood on the parchment now for
the pen is empty