Empty

I am empty

My thoughts are drained

With exhaustion and emotion

And imagined poetic pain

The world looks quiet

I sometimes feel it is new

I have had my share

of experiences far and few

quite quiet time in the evening

The light in the morn

The empty echo in my home

When everyone has gone

I am empty

But maybe I am un-full-filled

I need something or someone

To stop this until

I run out of words

I run out of chance

I fall down exhausted

Having done the last dance

I am half empty sometimes

and sometimes I am half full

It is sometimes golden

But mostly bull

Empty Empty Empty

Makes echo dull noise

Pour Pour Pour

till I regain poise

Empty

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