Mostly Poetry

Clean, quiet, still, dark
Step inside
And feel your breath

Every sound is a clap of thunder
Every light is a blazing sun
Stretching out, reaching out
To fill the void

Nothingness longs for substance
Every nothing becomes something
In the lonely space
Silence creates noise

As loud as a mouse
As full as a drop of water
Every hint of affection cherished
Every casual glance kept (in vain)

When emptiness is the rule
Satisfaction is lawlessness
Substance is made a spectacle
And fullness is sin

~wbv

Every time I see you
My words get twisted
I can’t speak
Can’t feel
Can’t look
Can’t move
Without stumbling

I say the wrong things
To the wrong people
At the wrong times

Every time you see me
I am at my worst
It’s never a good day
There is always something

But you, you are perfect
You never stumble
Well you do
But I never see it
Or never notice
How stupid!

What a mess I am
With my worst foot forward

~wbv