is empty a place
like a vacant room?
or just some space
maybe a tomb?

I feel empty
more days than not
it isn’t on purpose
not a planned thought

I feel hollow
like an old tree
straggly, craggily
down by the sea

the horizon surrounds
as I stand there
the wind off the water
whips my soul bare

maybe tomorrow
things will be better
tomorrow might fit me
like an old sweater

so I will keep rising
and trying each day
it’s bound to get better
that’s what they say

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