My plate is empty.

What now?

Time to stare into

the vast unknown

and wait for the answers

that will never come.

My wallet is empty.

What now?

Time to work again

until my fingers bleed

and I have just enough

to say I have nothing.

My soul is empty.

What now?

Time to search for meaning

that will mend this broken

and exposed creature

to some semblance of a human being.

© Autumn Siders 2017