The Riddle

The Riddle                  

What get's bigger the more you take away from it
This thing has no real substance, but we see plenty
Of these on Earth, they are often essential to everyone
But in reality they are a big nothing, so what am I
Really talking about, something that is not living 
Or dead, it exists because we make it so, a nothing
To most people and a must to others it is a hole.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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