Empty Bottle, Empty Soul
There is nothing worse than staring at an empty bottle,
Figuring out there it has more substance than your moral values.
Nothing more than the all-encompassing emptiness:
The deafening silence
Peering through the veil of ignorance, Unknowing of even who you are;
Not that anyone will notice you,
Much less remember.
As you crawl upon this earth,
And shrink back inside.
The shroud surrounding you
Covers all to see.
Copyright © Graeme Collins | Year Posted 2014
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