Poems that speaks

  And The World Carries On ©  Amy O Connor More By Amy O Connor Published: August 27, 2020 The plates will still shift and the clouds will still spew. The sun will slowly rise and the moon will follow too. Life’s beauty will continue to flourish all around, but now you are gone, these birds have no sound. And my heart does not beat. It is still inside my chest. My tears keep on falling and my head will not rest. But I have no choice only to move through this life. Endlessly attempting to fill this longing that is rife. Source:  FAMILY FRIEND POEMS

Be-ing If for all of my pursuits My reward is empti.... That vacant vacuum Protruding vanity If all it gives is vanity What is my be-ing? My choices..., should it be all wrong? Though I give my mind to thinking, My muscles to action St...ill, my reward is empti.... If I knew the source of me As Solomon, the wise king I'd ask, "what's my be-ing" And "what would you have me do?" Then far from empti...ness My reward will be