I, the Vacuum

Deep within the closet,

the vacuum lies alone;

only used when there is dirt to be cleansed of.

I am that vacuum;

only used when the heart is hurting

and needs to be sucked of the dirt

that is clouding the heart from brightness.

But, the dirt always goes somewhere;

the dirt goes to me;

though I cleanse of it into the earth itself,

there is always some that sticks to me;

the impossibility to get it off

affects me, hurts me

and it has caused me to love, to hate

and to want to rid myself from this world of insanity.

The End

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