Empty

 Empty

used up and thrown out

so much trash heaped upon a pile of the same

what is left

what can be salvaged

nothing and nothing

the answer never changes

so empty

so much gone

Wood burnt down into ashes

the blaze is gone

the warmth of the fire a mere memory

and the smoke blown away to the heavens

Empty

so empty

nothing is left

all of it burnt up

and it is so cold without the fire.

 

by, 

WPHUNG (Fill 'er up) 

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