Empty

• Anna Pacey
• Poetry
• 2005

I hold it close to my heart
it feels empty
but a little peice is dragging towards my heart
i feel like a lonly soal
walking down a dark allyway
nowhere to go but forward
forced to go forward
alone in the world
issoclated in a world of snow and sleet
but then the sun comes out
i see a light shinning on my path
It's still forward
but i feel like magnet
i have to go to the end