The emptied

Shahnaz Islam

The emptied
Is this soul of mine
Dark and unprivileged
A ray of light, he is to be

Also he can be calmed beast,
But to battle within
Against your own thoughts
Is nurturing a hurricane

And the fire in my eyes,
Can destroy you and me...
Then when stewed in lust
The emptied vessel whispers,

“You don't ruin me,
With your grace
And at times
With your lost desires...”