Emptiness sounds its battle horns.

Things start to get lost.

Collateral damage.

A thin layer of warmth lingers on the edge of the chair.

May have been someone you have loved.

An unfinished message dries up on the ghetto walls.

The red paint bleeds into oblivion.

The wind ignores the corner of a street.

The wind never looks back.

The bird gulps back its sweet melody.

Rips its own stomach. No regrets.

The car honks; the road shuts its melancholy ears.

Rush hours. It can’t take it anymore.

Greyness, seeps deep down into a man’s pores.

Bleaches the soul with painless acid.

A heart gives up living, but keeps on beating.

At night, it dreams of a quietly fading world.

Babam. Babam.

Emptiness sounds its battle horns.

Babam. Babam. Babam.


By Kim T.



  1. Carol Ann Hoel · February 8, 2011

    This one makes my heart ache and wish to stop beating. Oh, not one of mine, no, I cry. It can’t be. Don’t let it happen, LORD. Bathe this one in your love forever. Blessings to you…

  2. slpmartin · February 8, 2011

    A very dark emotion in the lines.

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