Emptiness is deceiving as it really isn’t emptiness at all,

but a lonely hunger for filling the spaces that lose themselves

in chaos  as the days and hours become entangled

with a grotesque idea of what is.

Emptiness fills itself with itself while deception and

deception’s brother, delusion, find themselves a home

in unguarded shadows of thought.

Emptiness longs to be satisfied, but with a lasting desire for

Fulfilled Love.

When Love arrives, emptiness ceases to be emptiness,

but itself becomes its own desire,

"Fulfilled Love.”

         ~Margie Owens ©1978

         Emptiness Fulfilled © 1978