May 13, 2013

Empty: An experimental poem


Unassuming on the outside, the wrapper is plain.
You opened me up, and I was so happy.
I thought I'd finally be trusted with your treasures at last.
But I'm hollow inside.

I could contain anything you wanted me to hold.
I could even hold you.
But you left me on the shelf.

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