The Empties Speak
We were hand picked for what only we
could offer, a sweet innocence our
lovers drank to fill their bodies' needs.
They spent their money on us, for us.
For the price of a drink they wanted
us to open without protesting.
They found that we had built defenses
to protect ourselves from the world.
But they were patient and overcame
our walls. We had learned to trust and poured
our secrets out to them. We offered
sweetness on their lips and refreshment
for their souls. Time and again they came
to us for our pleasures, leaving us
drained of everything we had to give.
Now we sit here, empty, alone, void
of almost all value, to be kicked
around until someone decides
to pick us up and refill our souls.We are the forgotten lovers left
in the garbage to be thrown away,
or recycled and used again.
(a syllabic poem)
