Empty


they come

they tease

they promise

they please

such a joy to the heart

that bleeds

a tempting meal to the one in need

’til I gave in to their promises

empty as it has been

like paper tigers

they offer no fear

I fall

I crawl

I drip

I weep

and the next cistern of promises

broken

empty

I keep.

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