Somewhere
Empty soda cans litter
the side of the road,
as empty as the inside
of my heart.
Clocks stopped hide in shadows
of time counted and gone,
memories lie hidden
in dim corners.
Vagrant breezes stir windchimes
into a discordant jangle,
echoing
the hollow silence.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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