open cupboards

open fields

open eyes to what is real

past the dreams and hopes forbid

I see the scratching of my id

I’m a wonderful woman

unique and supreme

but nobody notices

it’s left unseen

unforgettable lover

in my own mind

how can I prove this

and why do I mind

I am empty as a box

with all it’s contents

strewn for naught

search amongst the fallen pieces

for an object which to your heart it reaches

This emptiness grows

This emptiness festers

The reality of alone

It’s something I wont mention…


dih – 06/08/12