Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Poem: Nothing, but

Nothing, but

You are empty today,
unable to describe where you are,
what you are feeling,



Somewhere, you know,
there are cauldrons boiling,
gears whirling manically,
a whirlwind, potentially
devastating or magical.

You know they are there,
deep inside of you,
uncontrolled, dangerous,
furious and fearful,
desperate in their need

to escape.

Yet, when you reach for the door
to let them in, there is nothing there,
an eerie silence,
a promise of.........


The picture was taken in an abandoned hotel in Manchester, VT.  You can click on it for a larger version.


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