No Poetry

No poetry in me.
Not today..
I am empty,
not in a bad way,
not drained by life and conflict,
not emptied by exhaustion or effort,
simply empty,
void,
waiting,
open,
expectant,
even if
I have no idea why,
or for what.

About this poem.

This is actually a journal entry, not a poem I set out to write AS a poem. I was feeling drained as I wrote in my journal yesterday, and this is what came out. Which is how life works sometimes, when we are least expecting things…. things happen.

Tom