“Vacant” by Mitch Hicks



Days are vacant doors

I want to go in but do I

Vacant is the hand I don’t hold out

Draining life into sewers

Why do I stand outside

Vacant look in black and White

There was colour once

Ajar yet fear transcends

Vacant reasons

Every door tells a story

One day my door will read

Vacant are pages ink stains my fingers

They want to reach out

I tremble at the thought

Vacant thoughts on white paint

Brushstrokes harden

Canvas torn

Vacant that’s what I am

Snap and Poem……….Mitch Hicks – U.K.

© 2010



  1. lkthayer · December 11, 2010

    I hope I fill some of your vacancy Mitch, you certainly fill mine with your words, emotion, depth & charm…I thank you for this & so does The Juice Bar! Lisa XXX

  2. Alexis Rhone Fancher · December 11, 2010

    I wonder about you, Mitch The Mystery Man. I don’t think vacant, but deep, clever, and perhaps way too smart for your own good. Suffice it to say, you are one hell of an artist, & your work never fails to intrigue and delight me.

  3. Lordy · December 11, 2010

    You two have me lost for words!!! I owe you both so much for being here!
    Thank you thank you thank you…….. XX XX

    • lkthayer · December 11, 2010

      Yes…and intend to collect, big time!!! 🙂

  4. Lordy · December 11, 2010


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