What does nothing feel like?
What does absence feel like
What does it look like behind your head
Are people like vessels?
Water jugs carried on the heads of women
Walked miles a day
Just to be filled half way
And emptied every day
Poured out to clean Ragged clothes
Beaten against rocks
Twisted and wrung out
Are emotions like water?
Running into every nook
Taking the shape of our insides
Seeping into us
Leaking out of every crack
Spreading out across the ground
hurriedly soaking up our messy lives
With anything at hand
Maybe they're like small plastics toys
The ones you pushed through square and star shaped holes
Filling you up with hollow sounds
Rattling around until you're opened up
And they're spilt onto the carpet
Cursed as the adults step on them
What could a soul be?
Some mystical energy
Blue and green and orange
But for what purpose?
To animate the flesh?
To give this flesh feelings?
To carry these feeling's essence?
The ones behind my head?
To hold these yellow plastic bits?
To wash they day away with?
Something to go to heaven with?
And Where could this heaven be?
In the sky?
How far up?
In another dimension?
Right angled to here?
Right angled to where?
What if heaven is no where
Not here, nor there
With No soul to get there with
Does it matter
I feel like
Just an empty vessel
Left dry and abandoned
Cracked with disuse
Dusty, forgotten, and alone
I feel like
Just a plastic box
Perforated with round and star shaped openings
And no one to fill me
yellow blocks lay around me
A mine field