Narcissus

 You are empty void of lighthunger for  this life gnaws at your insidespicking you clean leaving you starving. The mirror reflects an easy smilepainted permanently side to siderosy red your eyes as dark as night & there’s nothing to hold ontono healing hand to leadas you search the outside for an inside clue to nothing. The trees turn gold and weep for summers hope& you are spinning, no control dizzy fromthe burnt out cinders of a love that left. You are empty like a broken dollwaiting for a sound to hold you upwaiting for it all to be something.

Poetry