20 September 2011

This Hollow


this hollow deepens
on beyond foreboding
where my heart once
used to be – a plague
deflated agency in
vagaries of doubt

yet in a sense of
presence leant
appeasing agony
it crawls with facile
grace into the
shopping mall

last seen apace
embracing wares
displayed in tiers
as shameless
specials on this
brazen discount day 

but I detest
bogus ambience
and yet I’m clearly
here to pay
the going fee

to think I missed
this angst by being
absent in a past
beset with futures
chanced as bargain
shopping sprees
© 16 May 2011, I. D. Carswell