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Empty and Full
by Jared OrlandoHere in this empty town in an empty chair
As empty people push empty carts,
Empty Strollers, pushing an empty dream
Foot after foot towards a chasm of empty futures
A cabinet somewhere opens,
Emptily
And an orchestra without instruments
Plays quietly to an empty audience
A line of multicolored empty piggy banks
A row of stained, but empty, cups
Not enough dirt to fill the empty graves
Not enough people alive to bury the empty dead
One man with one suit selling empty promises
To fill the empty pockets of the empty people
And this one man knows not what empty is
For he sits on everything needed to fill
And never once has a smile wavered on his full face
Full of greed, full of fortune
The empty people raise up their hands,
While he peers through his heavy curtains
With a full belly
An empty town with no signs of being anything more 03/10/2013 Posted on 03/10/2013
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/11/13 at 12:56 AM I really like this Jared. Emptiness is something I have been acquainted with from time to time. I'd like to think there must be fullness some where if one knows what to look for. |
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