Empty

My heart's for rent
For words and for inspiration
I need something to claim
And call my own
Everything I had was organized
Put away
And trashed
Now gone
Empty is
My heart's cry
My heart's feeling,
My heart's space
The chalkboard is empty
Full of empty space
Blank
Unfilled
So blocked
Of anything poetic
Anything real to be conveyed
Memories, beauty
It's all so nice
And used
And gone
My heart's for rent
For words and for inspiration
Come fill me up.