Do you know what it's like to feel empty--
desolate as the desert with only the wind for company
to be traveling alone, on open road, for miles fuming on E?
Vacant like an old run-down motel that once thrived;
uninhabited by the joys of companionship that makes one feel so alive--
inside, still I am hollow as that of a tree without water to sustain life.
Love does not reside within my chest cavity
it is a myth told to my hopes 'n' dreams as bedtime stories
when you look at me, what do you see?
A shell of a man who's cup once runneth over
with love for a lover who loves now another expeditiously...
The wind taunts and tease dancing freely
through crumbling ruins, nooks & crannies,
as if nonchalant to my disparity
Adding insult to injury overtime eroding me
Love birds, carefree in the gentle breeze
flying by chirping & singing easy
Truth through transparency
I am an open book titled "Clarity"
new love requires candor in speech
honesty, trust, repetition, rinse & repeat;
Most want a puzzle already complete
some want to fill the gaps, sew, mold, patch, stitch, fold nice & neat
a shell of a man whose once loved another lover, torn asunder
and no longer has to be empty.
About the Creator
Jaye Mejia
I am a Creator that loves to create.
An old soul Belizean with infinite spirit and a Los Angeles based aspiring screenwriter/director; I work to one day create irrevocably unique films never before thought of. But it doesn't stop there..
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