Hollow head with empty sounds
The echoing of nothingness makes me dizzy
Makes me feel sick like I’ve been spinning round
Not empty really
No
The mess has been cleaned
Everything has been put away
In its place it sits now
Now what
What do I do with all this space
It is so strange to see everything in its place
I must invite them in
For the mess has been cleaned
But is this worthy enough to be seen
Or to be critiqued in any way
Am I prepared for what they have to say
Will they understand what they see
What will they say
What will they say
Written by ~ G.,G.Rae
Copyright © 2004
Ginger Gonzales
Copyright © 2004
Ginger Gonzales
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