Empty
Empty
He stands straight
Looking empty, morbid
Like a beast is gnawing a hole,
In his heart
They fall
Finally
Slipping down his face
D D
R R
I O
P P
They splash
At the ground
Bitter like an orange peel
He looks up
At the black sky
Speckled with white
Why Her?
Copyright © Anonymou S12345 | Year Posted 2017
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