The number zero
comes from sanskrit.
It means emptiness.
After you eat an orange
look inside the split rhind
to see what's left.
My life was an empty circle,
and my hands were always full of smoke -
cigarettes, crack pipes
and the barrels of guns.
Every circle I found
i tried to fill,
even if in the end
all I held was ash.
Now I'm holding
my mother's urn,
who never filled me
with anything
when she was alive.
All she could ever fill in life
was this single vase,
which even now is being poured out
to spread dust across the wind
and become empty again.
A contest entry
- 30 Minute Free Verse Writes... by FindingFate.
300 points, ended February 24, 2007, 3 entries
Silver trophy winner
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