We are empty, it seems
nothing left but our limbs
and the mind to move them.
for all that is in between
falls aside, shallow
like a gaping wound
less used
less used
just the logic that demands
its empty wisdom,
full of thought
yet empty of heart.
We understand
the steps of the dance
and our limbs move
perhaps graceful and slow
or fast and impertinent
but the soul
the soul has died
withered and dried
and our tongue speaks
with ill intent
our arms flail
in whatever direction
we are full of fury
yet we know not why
and we feel that wisdom
lies at our feet
but the words spoken
the promises broken
and the horrors unspoken
we claim unknown.
With long faces
we hold our hands
to our empty chests
and never bother
to beg the question:
what is my purpose?

(c) Sumyanna 2016

Beautiful image courtesy of Pixabay.com

This poem was my interpretation of a sculpture I had recently seen.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Serendipitous Web Life. : ) says:

    Wow! : )

    Liked by 1 person

  2. The Pissy Poet says:

    “Hollow” describes much more completely the loss I feel this time of year. Thank you for expressing the grief so beautifully. So gifted!


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Just know that feeling doesn’t have to last forever. So glad you enjoyed it! Here’s looking to another year.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s