Keepcup
By Jack F
Hollowed out and empty,
devoid of purpose,
cold.
The effect has long worn off,
the broken promise of hope
nothing more than drying rings,
concentric ghosts,
another stain on stacked papers
a vicious circle of guilt and shame.
Hollowed out and empty,
devoid of purpose,
cold.
The effect has long worn off,
the broken promise of hope
nothing more than drying rings,
concentric ghosts,
another stain on stacked papers
a vicious circle of guilt and shame.