Photo credit: Ajmal Cholakkal
Empty Spaces
By Ann Lorraine Lames
Empty Spaces,
fill in the gaps
but are the gaps worth filling,
when spaces could be the best there is?
Empty Spaces,
must we fill the void?
when the spaces are meant
to breathe life to an otherwise teeming lot?
Empty Spaces,
must I come here?
when it was deliberately left empty,
desolate, deserted.
Empty Spaces
should I step out,
and never risk
to step inside again?
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Demise
By Ann Lorraine Lames
Farewell sweet doll
no longer would there be a need
for your love and charm
‘till you find your place
in a world that knows no hate,
sadness or fear
may you find solace
in a place you can call your own.
To you I bid adieu —
to a dying, listless you.
Photo credit: Pujohn Das
Empty Eyes
By Ann Lorraine Lames
I see hundreds of empty eyes,
staring blankly in space.
Some eyes that seem to want
to utter a few lines;
some eyes that dare not
speak a word.
And then there are those eyes
that seem to reveal,
unspoken sadness and grief;
and somewhere along the way,
eyes filled with anger or remorse,
things I really couldn’t tell.
In transit, I come to ask,
what my eyes
could have been meaning to say?
For as eyes are the windows to the soul,
can it perfectly reflect what’s in your heart?
more so, does it really want to reveal to others
everything they needed to know?
these eyes of mine that can see right through you,
these eyes of mine that wonders what is it that perturbs you
are the same eyes that have seen through…
loved ones’ share of joys and pains
successes and failures,
happiness and heartaches
and sometimes wishes it can do something
for those empty eyes of yours too.
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Still
By Ann Lorraine Lames
When it’s too late,
the deafening silence begins.
When it’s too late,
there’s no room for words,
just an obscure passing of amends.
When it’s too late,
no reprieve would do
to make up for lost, precious time.
When it’s too late,
all that’s left is melancholic fondness,
dabbling once more to the unknown.
If only to run away and turn my back
on insufferable distress, hurts,
and be well on my way to freedom, happiness — to me.