Empty — A Poem

Photo by Philipp Berndt

EMPTY

Had I put words down

when the words came

and not

drank, say,

I would have written novels as great as the seas.

Had I put words down

when the words came

and not

fucked around, say,

I would have crafted stories that scored the heart.

Had I put words down

when the words came

and not

sat in darkness, say,

I would have put light in the hearts of lovers.

But I put words down

before they came

and killed

all my darlings, unsaid.