Suddenly-
I feel so empty.
Hollow as if a portion
had been taken away.
 
Deeply-
It saddens me 
that I couldn't look at anything
except my feet-
just stare at my toes, fearful
to gaze at the rest
of my body parts.
 
The wind is whistling
right through-
I am not there at all.
No one dares to look at me,
touch me-
I'm translucent.
 
All the icings of my being
had been melted and daubed.
An essence of life
thinly splattered,
fragmented.
 
Longing for a warm hand
to knead me, bread me,
create dough
From my fallen crumbs-
 
Leaven me with warmth
that I may be baked
into a wedding cake,
layered with adulation-
a taste away
to completion.

Original works by;
Romel G. Samson Nov. 26, 2004