Empty Moves


Another day ends in mystery
Sun sets in some deep darkness
I sit alone encircling fates
On the palm of my hands.

Sand escapes without any thought
Touching the wrinkles of the feet
That age even sans movement
As I struggle to slip ahead.

A drop of pearl is seeking me
Signalling on the rain to befall
Maybe it want the blessing to be felt
And the numbness is stuck in ice within.

A wave comes through the breeze
From the past sealed in a bottle
Filled with laughs and tears
Ending with scars that got fixated.

Some stones go astray and other stick
Some fragrances find the way to me
Some droplets fall to feel the essence
And I stand waiting for the unknown.

I take a step to be engulfed totally
Into the sea that takes my tears
Listening to every story I scream
In moments of agony, and in joys.

A strong air of familiarity splashes
On the face of worries to speak
Of what you lose if you do not wait
Asserting me of strength one last time.

Tears roll down the cheek to soil
After decades of tired helplessness
For that one soft touch I lost
I choose to move, back home.

Back to an emptiness, but to a life
Which might grant a blessing I not see
To place, where I seek new perspective
For something just moved, even if within.

Linked to @Trifecta


23 thoughts on “Empty Moves

  1. This is lovely. A touch over our word limit though. We ask that if you know your piece doesn’t fit the rules of the challenge, you leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz. Makes it easier for judging purposes. Hope to see you back again soon!!

  2. Pingback: BUT YOU DON’T | hastywords

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