poem
Empty bottle's yearning
16 March 2026
If I was an empty bottle, weathered and worn, A vessel once filled, now left forlorn, I'd speak of tales whispered in the night, Of moments of joy and sorrows held tight. I'd remember the days of sparkling delight, When I held the nectar, the wine so bright, Cheers and laughter, swirling in the air, Each sip a memory, beyond compare. But time has passed, and the contents are gone, The taste and the fragrance, both withdrawn, Now I stand alone, a relic of the past, A silent witness, in shadows I'm cast. Yet, I find solace in my vacant state, For emptiness grants me a chance to contemplate,To ponder the meaning of what once was, And embrace the emptiness without a cause. For in this emptiness, there lies a void, A canvas to fill, a destiny to avoid, I yearn for a purpose, a reason to be, To hold something precious, to set me free. Perhaps a message, written in ink, A note of love, the thoughts we think, Or maybe a flower, delicate and sweet, To bring a smile, a heart to meet. If I was an empty bottle, lost and astray, I'd search for new meaning, day after day, For within this emptiness, a story awaits, A chance to be filled with love that elates. So, here I stand, a vessel unfulfilled, Yet hopeful that destiny will soon be willed, For in this emptiness, I find my plea, To be filled once more, to be set free.