No Children

by Poetess   Dec 31, 2015


There were no children in his home.

Only vessels.
Empty vessels full of holes.

Full of holes that caused them
to fill to the brim with secrets.

With secrets too briny; too heavy
to hold,
so they sank and they sank.

They sank into darkness-
where only he could reach.

He could reach when he wanted,
but they were useless to him.

To him the best vessels
were pristine and intact.

Intact until he used them so much
that he filled them with holes
that filled with secrets too heavy
to hold.

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No... we were never children
in his home.

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  • 10 months ago

    by Jyoti Rawat

    Wawo
    Very nice lots meaning in this poems.
    Empty vessels with hole....................
    great.............

  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    Wow very powerful. I was captured from start to finish so heart wrenching and the meaning so sad 😢

  • 1 year ago

    by Maple Tree

    Judging comment

    Poetess paints such a sad poem this week, in true creative form and style. I was so touched when I read this. the angle she took with this was very unique. I was blown away!

  • 1 year ago

    by End Of Eternity

    Congratulations on your win dear Liz.

    Did read it long time back but just couldn't comment then.

    Really loved everything abt this one.
    Very painful but the way you portrayed the picture...simply outstanding.

    Well deserved win :)

    all the best and take care

  • 1 year ago

    by Cindy

    Congratulations on your win Liz.
    I knew this was a winner when I read it.
    Take care
    Love
    Cindy