My heart is empty inside <br /> -vacío- <br />a fortress sealed tight <br />letting nothing and no one in <br /> <br />Inside only a clock ticks <br />its alarm set to some unknown time <br />when the tiny doors will swing open, <br />the blank spaces will be filled, <br />and nothing will ever be the same <br /> <br />The only problem... <br />is waiting <br />as the dust collects on its doors <br />as the hinges slowly begin to rust <br />waiting, in fear that the clock's gears <br />have ceased to spin<br /><br />Nika McGuin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vac-o-3/
