A World Filled With Without

Photo Credit: midnight-artwork.com

Photo Credit: midnight-artwork.com

 

We are living in a world

filled with

without.

Lack, absence, missing

mocks our lives

in ways that makes

without

so much worse.

Daily, I read

poems,

letters,

stories

about what our hearts want,

what our hands

don’t have.

I write about what

creates holes

in my

heart

and pen poetry

about the emptiness of

my fingers

as they reach

for your invisible

hands.

We all want so badly

to have,

to own,

to hold

the imaginary images

created inside

perfect pictures of

other people’s

houses.

We compare what we have

to what we don’t have,

and we envy like

greedy mothers

living through their children.

I am without you

every day,

without your hands,

your eyes,

your smile.

The absence of you

clings to me

like fog hanging on the

air,

like rain sticking to dry

dust.

I live

a million moments each day

in a world empty of

and covered in the

darkness of

without you.

 

 

Daily Writing Prompt–Without

 

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