And so I find myself back <br />here <br />at this place <br /> <br />my pockets empty... <br />no more love to give <br />as spare change or <br />bucketsful of cosmic sharing <br /> <br />my heart desolate... <br />the cobwebs not stirring <br />in any breeze or reflecting light <br />through the painful cracks <br /> <br />my mind empty... <br />a hollow space where <br />thoughts reverberate and <br />bounce off the walls <br /> <br />like pingpong balls... <br /> <br />light <br />white <br />inconsequential <br />just weightless and out there<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-return-20/
