EMPTY

Empty, like a clear tall glass
I see none of me, none of who I am.
Empty, like an unfilled vase
nothing in it, no depth, no anything

Empty, like the dry pages of an unwritten book
Filled with nothing but dust on each flip
Empty, like a bed with no sheets nor pillows
nothing to cover nor beauty to appeal

Empty, nothing but a broken heart
whose mind has no thoughts nor ideals
Empty, like a wide oasis with nothing
In the area to captivate its visitors

Empty, like a heart broken by innocence
no room for love and emotions, no anger or angst
As empty as a spacious room, nothing to be seen,
nothing to be heard, and Nothing to be found