Empty Poetry

It seems everyone goes through times when they feel like they've given out everything they've got; When they feel physically, emotionally, even spiritually drained and exhausted.
Sometimes there is an opportunity to stop and refuel and rest. Other times there isn't that luxury and there is still a long way to go, and a lot of work still to do, before a holiday or pit-stop can take over.

I found a poem earlier on that I had totally forgotten I had written, but I clearly had been going through one of those times.

The reservoir's empty

The battery is dead

My heart is running dry

and so is my head

Each day seems a struggle

the passion is gone

like a bright summer sky

that's lacking the sun

Arrogance beckons,

Bluntness abounds

My life seems in free-fall

approaching the ground

I'm desperately hoping You'll catch me

or we're gonna meet sooner than planned

although Your plans and my plans are different

So I'm leaving all mine in Your hands.

Jimmy Orr ©
15th November 2006