Empty(Poem#2-High School Years)
Everything no longer matters
Everything has lost taste
I breath, emptiness enters, air does not
Exhale, still empty
Loneliness fills my days, as soup fills a bowl
All over, right to the brim
Smoldering hot and steamy
Just want to empty the bowl, but fear grips me
For then I will be truly empty
Copyright © Colin Amato | Year Posted 2009
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