#284

Edward Hopper – Sun in an empty room

master of my thoughts,
release me–

dry my eyes
i can’t bear to cry–

memories cut deep
my wounded mind–

there’s nothing
in my lonesome heart–

nothing

the sound of us
echoing in the empty room–

– – –
A big thanks to Annie.

16 thoughts on “#284

  1. In this one, I really wanted your lack of punctuation to become that… you know, just nothing at all: no diacritical marks at all.

    I rarely ever suggest anything in poetry, cuz I kinda suck! LOL! …but consider…

    there’s nothing
    in my lonesome heart

    nothing

    the sound of us
    echoing in the empty room

    — you know how much I ♥ you!

  2. You paint the strain so well. It feels like throwing every ounce of one’s strength into trying to shatter walls of our own creation. It’s exhausting and all consuming.

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