Vacant
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
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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
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.
You two have me lost for words!!! I owe you both so much for being here!
Thank you thank you thank you…….. XX XX
Yes…and intend to collect, big time!!! 🙂
Oohhhhhhh………Hhmmmmmm…..yummmmmmmy…X