Confetti
There’s an emptiness at the heart of any space:
The air that escapes a room; an unanswered echo,
a vacant womb.
There’s an emptiness in my heart
That reminds me that
All of my ideas are empty.
Floating leaves from a fumbled folder.
Coloured streams falling from the sky.
This emptiness reminds me
How slight my desires really are
How gently they fall from the sky
A confetti of mercy and discarded emotions,
They are in the end
Compared to nothing,
Merely the litter from an emptied mind.
igorgoldkind
The Poesie of Igor Goldkind – Reciting Truth to Power 
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