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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