empty words

I could plaster my walls

with hundreds of words,

promises, they gave to me.

Tired of this emptiness

behind letters,

just there to catch my attention.

Grab my body

and misuse my precious time.

Whatever you say,

I won’t listen.

Whatever you promise,

I won’t believe.

copyright by Magical Whispers/I. Normann, 18/04/2020

(Poem from my book "Ghost stories")